At noon they reached Liverpool, where they left their seats, got lunch and then changed their train for the Great Northern for York.
Late in the afternoon they entered the great cathedral city, where again they left their seats, took tea and a little later took train for Chuxton.
It was nearly sunset when they came to the end of their railway journey at the little market town.
There was no carriage waiting to take them to Haymore.
And then it occurred to Ran for the first time that by some strange oversight no carriage had been ordered by him or his attorney to come from the Hall to meet them at the station.
There were several vehicles around the place, but all seemed to be engaged by other parties.
Our friends walked together to the Tawny Lion Tavern, where Ran ordered refreshment and inquired for a conveyance to Haymore.
The Tawny Lion boasted but one—a large carryall drawn by two stout horses—but that was then engaged, and would not be available to our travelers for perhaps two hours.
These were passed by Ran and Judy, after they had finished their meal, in sauntering about the quaint, old-fashioned town and making acquaintance with its streets and houses.
“Here’s where we shall have to come to do our country shopping, you know, darling,” said Ran; “for I have been told that there is but one general shop at Haymore, where, though they keep everything to sell, from a second-hand pulpit to a soup dish, you can get nothing very good.”