Eleanor had almost outgrown the front seat, but she managed to squeeze into it, and I climbed in behind.

We had dressed Neddy's head and our own hats liberally with roses, so that our festive appearance drew the notice of the villagers, more than one of whom, from their cottage-doors, asked if we were going to meet "the young gentlemen," and added, "They'll be rare and glad to get home, I reckon!" Impatience had made us early, and we drove some little distance before espying the cab, which toiled uphill at much the same pace as the black snails crawled by the roadside.

Eleanor drew up by the ditch, and we stood up and waved our handkerchiefs.

In a moment two handkerchiefs were waving from the cab-windows.

We shouted, and faint hoorays came back upon the breeze.