When we got back to the inn I saw her dogcart was there, and a grocer's cart too, with B.Munn, grocer, Hazelbridge, on it.

She took the girls in her cart, and the boys went with the grocer.

His horse was a very good one to go, only you had to hit it with the wrong end of the whip.

But the cart was very bumpety.
The evening dews were falling--at least, I suppose so, but you do not feel dew in a grocer's cart--when we reached home.

We all thanked the lady very much, and said we hoped we should see her again some day.