I wonder, I wonder if I cannot make it so that father wouldn't want any one to live with us." On they rattled and jolted, past the two cottages, with their windows lighted up now and the blinds drawn; past the little well, its cave looking dark and mysterious under its green canopy.

Kitty, lost to the others and their talk, gazed with loving eyes at everything.
"Dear little well," she thought.

"Dear old 'Rover,' and Gorlay, and home, how I do love every inch and stick and stone of it! I think I should die if I had to leave--" "Kitty, _have you got_ a shilling ?" Dan shrieked in her ear with such vigour that Kitty really leaped in her seat.
"What _is_ the matter ?" she demanded crossly.

It was not pleasant to be roused from her musings and brought back thus to everyday, prosaic matters; and it happened to her so often, or so it seemed.
"I have asked you three times already.

Have you got a shilling?
We shall have to get down presently, or we shall be seen, and the men and all of us will get into a row because we are travelling without tickets.