CHAPTER III.
PASSENGERS BY JOBY'S VAN.
At breakfast next morning he saw by his parents' faces that something unusual had happened.

Nothing was said to him about it, whatever it might be.

But once or twice after this, coming into the parlour suddenly, he found his father and mother talking low and earnestly together; and now and then they would go up to his grandmother's room and talk.
In some way he divined that there was a question of leaving home.
But the summer passed and these private talks became fewer.
Toward August, however, they began again; and by-and-by his mother told him.

They were going to a parish on the North Coast, right away across the Duchy, where his father had been presented to a living.
The place had an odd name--Nannizabuloe.
"And it is lonely," said Humility, "the most of it sea-sand, so far as I can hear." It was by the sea, then.

How would they get there?
"Oh, Joby's van will take us most of the way." Of all the vans which came and went in the Fore Street, none could compare for romance with Joby's.