CHAPTER XXXIV
ANGLEWOOD MANOR
Early the next morning our three travelers were astir.
They met in the neat parlor, where the air was delicious with the fragrance of fresh white, pink and blue hyacinths that filled the flower pots in the broad window.
They sat around the table, on which was arranged a breakfast that quite equaled in excellence the tea of the evening before.
Jonah waited on the party.
“Is that elegant and commodious equipage which brought us here yesterday the best thing in the way of a carriage that the White Cow can turn out?” inquired Mr. Force, as he sipped his coffee.
“Beg pardon, maister?” said the man, with a puzzled look.
“Can’t you trot out a better trap than that old hurdle on wheels which jolted us from the railway station yesterday?” demanded Wynnette.
“Beg pardon, ma’am?” said the man, with a bewildered look.
“We wish to know if you have not a better carriage than the one in which we came here,” Le tried to explain.