He wanted to run round again and repeat his good-byes to the house, but there was no time.

By-and-by the door opened, and two men, neighbours of theirs, entered with an invalid's litter; and, Humility directing, brought down old Mrs.Venning.

She wore the corner of a Paisley shawl over her white cap, and carried a nosegay of flowers in place of her lace-pillow; but otherwise looked much as usual.
"Quite the traveller, you see!" she cried gaily to Taffy.
Then the woman who had lent the breakfast-ware came running to say that Joby was getting impatient.

Humility handed the door-key to her, and so the little procession passed out and down across Mount Folly.
Joby had drawn his van up close to the granite steps.

They were the only passengers, it seemed.