"The dog-cart, I suppose ?" "And t'owd mare," added the porter.
"Well, the boxes must come by the carrier.

Come along, Margery, if you don't mind a little bit of walking.

We must find Thomas.

We have to send down to the town for meat," she added.
We found Thomas in the yard of a small inn.

He was just about to start homewards.
By Eleanor's order, Thomas lifted me into the dog-cart, and then, to my astonishment, asked "Miss Eleanor" if she would drive.