The road will be heavy with snow, and we must be prepared to travel rapidly." "Father has four good horses, as strong and swift as any in London," suggested Betty.

"He has a light coach, too.

Let us return to the Old Swan and prepare to start at once." "Betty, you are too wise for one of your age and sex," said George.

"But without your wisdom, I don't know what we should have done this night.
Let us go immediately." Our coachman put his horses to a gallop, we reached the Old Swan in a short time, and within less than half an hour, a porter informed me that a coach and four were awaiting us in the courtyard.

Pickering lent us greatcoats and rugs and all things needful to keep us warm.