As Gregory said, "It's no more like a horse than Shakespeare is like a swan." And then they had tea at a nice inn at Uffington, in a parlour full of photograph frames, and returned to the station.
As the train left, they leaned back in their seats, a great deal more tired than they had ever been in the Slowcoach.
"What a hateful rate this train goes at!" said Robert.

"I prefer two miles an hour." "Oh, yes," they said.
At Paddington they found Collins and Eliza Pollard, with a station omnibus, and they rattled down to Chiswick, pouring out the news, especially that from Lycett's farm.
And so, after dropping Mary and Jack and Horace at their homes, they came once again to "The Gables." A cold supper was waiting for them--one of those nice late meals after a journey--and Mrs.Avory and Runcie sat with them while they ate it.
"You must be glad to be back," Runcie said, "and to sleep in nice beds once more." "Oh, Runcie," said Hester, "you don't really understand anything." "I understand what King Edward's head is like on a shilling," said Runcie, with a little twinkle at Janet.
Janet blushed.
"What a shame," she said, "to tell that story! Hester, I suppose that was you, in one of your letters." "Yes," said Hester; "but, Janet darling, you told me always to tell all the news.".