He came up to Mrs.Browne, and addressed her.
"My father thought your little girl would be tired, and he told me to bring my cousin Erminia's pony for her.

It's as quiet as can be." Now this was rather provoking to Mrs.Browne, as she chose to consider Maggie in disgrace.

However, there was no help for it: all she could do was to spoil the enjoyment as far as possible, by looking and speaking in a cold manner, which often chilled Maggie's little heart, and took all the zest out of the pleasure now.

It was in vain that Frank Buxton made the pony trot and canter; she still looked sad and grave.
"Little dull thing!" he thought; but he was as kind and considerate as a gentlemanly boy could be.
At last they reached Mr.Buxton's house.

It was in the main street, and the front door opened upon it by a flight of steps.