They should call it--let me see--the White Way of Delight.

Isn't that a nice imaginative name?
When I don't like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them so.

There was a girl at the asylum whose name was Hepzibah Jenkins, but I always imagined her as Rosalia DeVere.

Other people may call that place the Avenue, but I shall always call it the White Way of Delight.
Have we really only another mile to go before we get home?
I'm glad and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry because this drive has been so pleasant and I'm always sorry when pleasant things end.