We took our lunch with us, and the dear dogs.

Afterwards we wished for a time that we had left one of them at home.

But they did so want to come, all of them, and Hazelbridge is not nearly as far as Canterbury, really, so even Martha was allowed to put on her things--I mean her collar--and come with us.

She walks slowly, but we had the day before us so there was no extra hurry.
At Hazelbridge we went into B.Munn's grocer's shop and asked for ginger-beer to drink.

They gave it us, but they seemed surprised at us wanting to drink it there, and the glass was warm--it had just been washed.