But it did not matter; we were full of plans for the future.
Big as we were, we could take plenty of interest in fishing and such other sport as came in our way, and we were talking eagerly about what was to be done first, and how we were to contrive it without having some mishap, when old Teggley summoned us to get down and walk.
"Wouldn't be acting like a Christian to ask a horse to drag you three big lads up a hill like this.

I did think," he grumbled, "that with all this talk about making good roads, something would have been done to level ourn.

Mortal bad they be for a horse sewer_ly_." "Why, what could you do to the roads ?" I said, as I stood on the step looking at the quaint old fellow.

"Do, lad?
Why, there's plenty of stuff ar'n't there?
Cutoff all the tops of the hills, and lay in the bottoms, and there you are, level road all the way." We seemed to have only been away a few days, as, after parting from Bigley, Bob and I reached the cottage, where, just as of old, were my father and the doctor.
I remember thinking that they both looked a little older and greyer, but that was all.

But that was soon forgotten in the interest and excitement of what was going on around me, for I had, I found, gradually been growing older, and ready to take an interest in matters more important than hunting prawns and groping for crabs down on the rocky shore..