Neddy pricked his ears, the dogs barked, and only the cabman remained unmoved, though we could see sticks and umbrellas poked at him from within, in the vain effort to induce him to hasten on.
At last we met.

The boys tumbled out, one on each side, and a good deal of fragmentary luggage tumbled out after them.

Clement seemed to be rather older than Eleanor, and Jack, I thought, a little younger than me.
"How d'ye do, Margery ?" said Jack, shaking me warmly by the hand.

"I'm awfully glad to hear the news about you; we shall be all square now, two and two, like a quadrille." "How do you do, Miss Vandaleur ?" said Clement.
"Look here, Eleanor," Jack broke in again; "I'll drive Margery home in the donkey-carriage, and you can go with Clem in the cab.

I wish you'd give me the wreath off your hat, too." Eleanor willingly agreed, the wreath was adjusted on Jack's hat, and we were just taking our places, when he caught sight of the luggage that had fallen out on Clement's side of the cab--some fishing-rods, a squirrel in a fish-basket, and a hat-box.
"Oh!" he screamed, "there's my hat-box! Take the reins, Margery!" and he flew over the wheel, and returned, hat-box in hand.
"Is it a new hat ?" I asked sympathizingly.
"A hat!" he scornfully exclaimed.