The other, too, maybe.

And he's more used to harness than the saddle.

However--luck to you!" He waved his hand, and we jogged on past the Cemetery, and so by La Rondellerie and La Moinerie, where the holy Maglorius once lived--as you may see by the ruins of his house and the cells of his disciples--to Belfontaine, where my mother came out with full eyes to give us greeting.
And to prevent any mistake which might put Carette to confusion, I did my clumsy best to make a joke of the matter.
"Your stupid was nearly too late, mother, and so Carette rides out with me and back with Monsieur Torode." "Under the circumstances it was good of Carette to give you a share, mon gars." "Oh, I'm grateful.

One's sheaf is never quite as one would have it, and one takes the good that comes." "How glad you must have been to see him back, Mrs.Carre!" said Carette.
"You never gave him up, I know." "No, I never gave him up," said my mother quietly.
"I think he ought to have stopped with you all day to-day," said Carette.
"I feel as if I were stealing him." "Only borrowing," smiled my mother.

"It is good to be young, and the young have their rights as well as the old.