"Then there's Billings beyond Hensey, and The Cottage, where Mr.Fernald lives, is just around the corner, like.

You can see the porch of it if you look." But they couldn't, for at that moment the carriage turned to enter the gate and their view was cut off by a group of yellowing beeches.
Presently the carriage stopped in front of a broad flight of stone steps and the boys climbed out.
"Fifty cents, gentlemen," said the driver as he lifted the bags out.
"Thank you, sir.

Thank _you_, sir! I'll have your trunks up first thing in the morning.

Just walk right in through the door and you'll find the office on your right.

They'll look after you there.