Farewell, _petite_! Be good, dear child--try to be good.

Adieu, Mrs.Buller, and a thousand thanks! Major Buller, I am at your service." Major Buller took the hand she held out to him and led the old lady to the front door, whither we all followed them.
Mrs.Vandaleur's carriage was before the steps.

It was a very quaint little box on two wheels, in by no means good repair.

It was drawn by a pony, white, old, and shaggy.

At the pony's head stood a small boy in decent, but not smart, plain clothes.
"Put the mat over the wheel to save my dress, Adolphe," said the old lady; and as the little boy obeyed her order she stepped nimbly into the carriage, assisted by the Major.