He cracked his whip and rattled away through the streets without a glance behind him.

The girls laughed and Uncle John stopped waving his arms and settled into his seat with a groan.
"We've been swindled, my dears," he said; "swindled most beautifully.
But I suppose we may as well make the best of it." "Better," agreed Patsy.

"This rig is all right, Uncle.

It may not be as pretty as the other, but I expect that one is only kept to make engagements with.

When it comes to actual use, we don't get it." "That's true enough," he returned.