“It is just what I was wishing, John, but I confess I couldn’t see the possible crack.”
“Nor I, Auntie; but I have full faith in the old saying, ‘There’s always room for one more,’ and Nan will be sure to find it.”
How ever that Nan got up to her attic nest, donned her best sack and bonnet, and was out in that carriage before Papa’s watch told the third second past,
“Nor you, nor I, nor nobody’ll know;”
perhaps the old creaking garret stairs had a slight idea, but they will be sure to keep dark.
Then the reins were fairly tightened. Hugh’s long lash made a great circle in the air, ending in a terrific crack, and off started the merry, noisy party. Surely such a load did never coach convey since the ride of
“My sister and my sister’s child,
Myself and children three,”