"Oh, what a pretty place!" cried Mervyn, as the riding party trotted along through a gate and into a cool shady avenue, with tall stately trees growing closely together on every side.
"This is Lady Edith's Drive," said Bunny; "I think it is the prettiest place about Scarborough. It is so cool and pleasant, and then it is so quiet."
"Why is it called Lady Edith's Drive?" asked Mervyn.
"I don't know," answered Bunny. "Do you, John?"
"Well, no, Miss," said John; "I can't exactly say as I do. I suppose some Lady Edith used to drive here very often."
"I suppose so, indeed," said Bunny, laughing merrily at this explanation.
"I don't think that tells us much, John," said Mervyn; "anyone might know that."
"Yes, sir, very likely, sir," replied the groom; "but I never asks no questions. If I'm told a place is called by a name, I never asks why or wherefore, but just takes it as the name that it's to be called by."
"Well, I think you are very foolish then," said Mervyn; "I like asking questions, and it's a very good way to learn about things, I can tell you."
"I daresay it is, sir, for a young gentleman like you, sir. But you see the people about me don't know no more nor I do, so what's the use of asking them what's this an' what's that, an' showin' them I don't know nothin' myself."