“Shut up!” cried some one from the back of the carriage—“for
“Milestones aren’t good looks at all,
Hurrah! hurrah!
Milestones aren’t good looks at all,
Hurrah! hurrah!
It’s easy to see through a stone mile’s squall,
If your eyes are sour and your temper tol-
Erably like a lump of chalk, you see;
Erably like a lump of chalk, you see.”
This seemed to drive a man who had been sitting quiet almost frantic with excitement, and off he went—