You can't open that gate, for it's locked.

But you come round to the lane, and I'll get you the key; it is hanging up in the kitchen." The key was in her pocket.

But the sly jade wanted him away from that gate; it commanded a view of the Pleasaunce.

He was no sooner safe in the lane, than she tore up-stairs to her young ladies, and asked them with affected calm whether they would like to know who left the purse.
"Oh, yes, yes!" screamed Rose.
"Then come with me.

You ARE dressed; never mind your bonnets, or you will be too late." Questions poured on her; but she waived all explanation, and did not give them time to think, or Josephine, for one, she knew would raise objections.