"And be quiet about it: there's a road t'other side of the hedge.

Soh, my girl--sweetly, sweetly!" He backed the mare between the shafts, harnessed her, and led her along to a gate opening on the road.
"Jump up, my lad," he commanded, as he steered the tilbury through; and up I jumped.

"There's a rug somewhere by your feet, and Lydia'll do the rest for you.

Cl'k, my darling!" Away we bowled..