"Well, well, don't loiter, anyway.

I shall not be my own woman again till we're safe at the farm." So they drove briskly on, and in about an hour more they got to a long hill, whence they could see the Gilberts' farm.
"There, nurse," said Mary, pouting a little, "now I hope you're content, for we have got safe home, and he and I shall not have a happy day together again." "Oh yes, you will, and many happy years," said Mrs.Easton.

"Well, yes, I don't feel so fidgety now." "Oh!" cried Mary, all of a sudden.

"Why, there's our gray mare coming down the hill with the dog-cart! Who's that driving her?
It's not papa.

I declare it's Mr.Hope, come home safe and sound.