"My hat's loose in the cab somewhere, if it came at all; but all my beetles are in here, pinned to the sides.
Would you mind taking it on your knee, to be safe ?" And having placed it there, he scrambled once more into the front seat, and we were about to start (the cab was waiting for us, the cabman looking on with a grim smile at Jack, whilst energetic Eleanor rearranged the luggage inside), when there came a second check.
"Have you got a pin ?" Jack asked me.
"I'll see," said I; "what for ?" "To touch up Neddy with.

We're going home a rattler." But on my earnestly remonstrating against the pin, Jack contented himself with pointing a stick, which he assured me would "hurt much more." "Now, cabby!" he cried, "keep your crawler back till we're well away.
You'd better let us go first, or we might pass you on the road, and hurt the feelings of that spirited beast of yours.

Do you like going fast, Margery ?" "As fast as you like," said I.
I knew nothing whatever of horses and donkeys, or of what their poor legs could bear; but I very much liked passing swiftly through the air.
I do not think Neddy suffered, however, though we went back at a pace marvellously different from that at which we came.

We were very light weights, and Master Neddy was an overfed, underworked gentleman, with the acutest discrimination as to his drivers.

Jack's voice was quite enough; the stick was superfluous.