"You haf goot day. The sun shine on your journey."
"Yes," said Mr. March. "I'm afraid it will not shine so bright when we come back without these little people."
"No, dat it vill not," said Mr. Kleesman. "Dat it vill not."
"Well," said the driver, gathering up the reins in his left hand, and lifting his whip, "I guess we'll have to be movin' along, if you're ready, sir."
"All ready," said Mr. March.
The driver cracked his whip, and the horses started off on a run, up the hill.
"Good-by! good-by!" shouted Rob and Nelly, leaning out.
"Goot-by!" cried Ulrica, and flung her bouquets into the stage, into Mrs. March's lap, and Nelly's.
"Good-by! good-by!" cried Billy and Lucinda.
"Goot-by!" cried Mr. Kleesman; "and goot luck go with you."