The others, all but Nat and Demi, ran away to the menagerie and gardens to have all in order; for Mr.Laurie always took a general survey, and looked disappointed if things were not flourishing.
Standing on the steps, he turned to Dan, saying like an old acquaintance, though he had only seen him once or twice before, "How is the foot ?" "Better, sir." "Rather tired of the house, aren't you ?" "Guess I am!" and Dan's eyes roved away to the green hills and woods where he longed to be.
"Suppose we take a little turn before the others come back?
That big, easy carriage will be quite safe and comfortable, and a breath of fresh air will do you good.

Get a cushion and a shawl, Demi, and let's carry Dan off." The boys thought it a capital joke, and Dan looked delighted, but asked, with an unexpected burst of virtue, "Will Mrs.Bhaer like it ?" "Oh, yes; we settled all that a minute ago." "You didn't say any thing about it, so I don't see how you could," said Demi, inquisitively.
"We have a way of sending messages to one another, without any words.

It is a great improvement on the telegraph." "I know it's eyes; I saw you lift your eyebrows, and nod toward the carriage, and Mrs.Bhaer laughed and nodded back again," cried Nat, who was quite at his ease with kind Mr.Laurie by this time.
"Right.

Now them, come on," and in a minute Dan found himself settled in the carriage, his foot on a cushion on the seat opposite, nicely covered with a shawl, which fell down from the upper regions in a most mysterious manner, just when they wanted it.

Demi climbed up to the box beside Peter, the black coachman.