They have a pony carriage and groom of their own.

He drives the milk-cart to the railway station in the morning; in the afternoon he dons the correct suit and drives the Misses -- -- into the town to shopping.

Now there exists a bitter jealousy between the daughters of the tradesmen in the said town and these young ladies.

There is a race between them as to which shall be first in fashion and social rank.

The Misses -- -- know very well that it galls their rivals to see them driving about so grandly half the afternoon up and down the streets, and to see the big local people lift their hats, as the banker, with whom, of course, the large farmer has intimate dealings.