But Oswald and Dicky were grave and stood aloof.

They were old enough to see that being good was all very well, but after all you had to get the boy home somehow.
When they said this, as agreeably as they could, Denny said-- 'It's all right--someone will give me a lift.' 'You think everything in the world can be put right with a lift,' Dicky said, and he did not speak lovingly.
'So it can,' said Denny, 'when it's your feet.

I shall easily get a lift home.' 'Not here you won't,' said Alice.

'No one goes down this road; but the high road's just round the corner, where you see the telegraph wires.' Dickie and Oswald made a sedan chair and carried Denny to the high road, and we sat down in a ditch to wait.

For a long time nothing went by but a brewer's dray.