I've since found out she didn't--but more of that anon.

(I just love that word "anon.") And I just knew she disapproved of my hat.

But she didn't say anything--not in words--and after we'd attended to my trunk, we went along to the carriage and got in.
My stars! I didn't suppose horses _could_ go so slow.

Why, we were _ages_ just going a block.

You see I'd forgotten; and without thinking I spoke right out.
"My! Horses _are_ slow, aren't they ?" I cried.