Why doesn't somebody invent one?
He--or she (I'm sure it would be a _she_)--would make a fortune." "We might have borrowed a perambulator," said Belle, quite seriously, "and have packed all our luggage into it." "Oh, I dare say! And who would have wheeled it ?" "We could have taken it in turns." "With long turns for the willing horses, and short turns for shirkers! No, thanks! Better each to stick to our own." "Besides which, forget stiles.

We hope to try some field paths as well as high roads," added Miss Strong.

"Also I should decidedly have jibbed at escorting a perambulator.

Here comes the train! Let us make a dash for an empty carriage and keep it to ourselves." It was only a short journey to Carford, but it took them over twelve rather uninteresting miles and put them down just at the commencement of a very beautiful stretch of country where open uplands alternated with wooded coombes, and where the stone-roofed villages were the prettiest in the county.
Miss Strong, who had had some experience of mountaineering in Switzerland, restrained the pace and kept them all at what she called a "guide's walk." "It pays in the long run," she assured them.

"If you tear ahead at first, you get tired later on, and we must keep fairly well together.