CHAPTER XIX.
NORTHWARDS--THE BLACK COUNTRY--THE STONE COUNTRY.
We had a very noisy, happy journey to London.

We chattered, and laughed, and hopped about like a lot of birds turned out of a cage.

Emma sat by the window, and made a running commentary upon everybody and everything we passed in a strain of what seemed to us irresistible wit and humour.
I fear that our conduct was not very decorous, but in the circumstances we were to be excused.

The reaction was overwhelming.
Eleanor and I sobered down after we parted from the other girls, and thus became sensible of some fatigue and faintness.

We had been too much excited to eat any of the bread-and-butter prepared for our early breakfast at Bush House.