"Sure, the sooner the better," cried the driver cheerfully.
"All right," said Anne, clambering in; "come on, Jane."
Sara followed obediently, kneeing her way along the seat to Anne's side.
"The Cliff Walk," said the driver, swinging his whip to the left as they drove up the hill.
"Is that where society people walk?" asked Anne.
"Naw, only the common people," replied the oracle. "Any society person found there would be ostracized."
"They would!" exclaimed an elderly Irishman, smoking a pipe at Anne's side. "Is th' ground too poor fur their phroud feet?"
"Only think," said a stout woman behind them, leaning forward, "the cottage owners have been tryin' to close up the walk to the public. My brother 's a grocer clerk here and he says the city would be better off without the cottagers. They 're awful! Don't pay their bills and such carryin's on—you 've no idea."
"Use n't you to live here?" asked Sara. "I thought I seen you in the city."
"Not me. I live over to Jamestown," said the stout woman.