Of course, pilgrims reck not of ports, but Dicky never does play the game thoughtfully.
We went on.

I believe we should have got to Canterbury all right and quite early, only Denny got paler and paler, and presently Oswald saw, beyond any doubt, that he was beginning to walk lame.
'Shoes hurt you, Dentist ?' he said, still with kind striving cheerfulness.
'Not much--it's all right,' returned the other.
So on we went--but we were all a bit tired now--and the sun was hotter and hotter; the clouds had gone away.

We had to begin to sing to keep up our spirits.

We sang 'The British Grenadiers' and 'John Brown's Body', which is grand to march to, and a lot of others.

We were just starting on 'Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching', when Denny stopped short.