Mrs.Gray's coachman would drive me out, but those horses are so slow.

Eleanor," she exclaimed, turning to the weeping girl, "is your runabout outside ?" "Yes," sobbed Eleanor.
"Then that settles it," cried Grace.

"I will go after the things.

Tell me where to find them.

Have you a latch key?
I can't bother to ring after I get there." "I'll go and get my key," said Eleanor, wiping her eyes.