The lamps of the farm cart dazzled the vision as they stood watching the luggage piled up behind. To the girls the cart seemed enormous; the mare of mammoth size. The small boy who had driven to meet them looked like a gnome perched upon the towering vehicle, and by his smallness confirmed the impression of hugeness.
"Well, boy Thomas," said his master in greeting.
"Mr. Trewhella!"
"Here's missus come down."
"Mrs. Trewhella!" said the boy in shy welcome.
"And her sister, Miss Raeburn," added the farmer.
Jenny looked wistfully at May as if she envied her the introduction with its commemoration of Islington.
"Now, come," said Zachary, "leave me give 'ee a hand up."
He lifted May and set her down on the seat. Then he turned to his wife.
"Come, my dear, leave me put 'ee up."