"Have you any sort of a team, Mr. Cowslip?"
"Yes! — there's my little wagon — it'll hold two. But you ain't wanting it yet, be you?"
"As soon as it can go — if it can go. Is there a horse to the wagon?"
"Sartain! But won't you stop and take a bit?"
"No sir. If you will let some of the boys take up the punt with her load, I'll drive the wagon myself, and as soon as you can let me have it."
"Jock! — tackle up the wagon! —that 'ere little red one in the barn," shouted the miller. "Hild' 'll see to the boat-load — or I will, — and send it right along. I'm sorry you won't stop."
Winthrop turned back to the sloop. Elizabeth met him there with the question, "if she might not go now?"
"As soon as you please. I am going to drive you up to Shahweetah. The boat will carry the rest, but it is too small to take all of us."
"I'm very glad!" — Elizabeth could not help saying.
She granted half a word of explanation to Mrs. Nettley, her bonnet was hastily thrown on, and she stood with Winthrop on the wharf before the little wagon was fairly ready. But Jock was not tardy neither; and a very few minutes saw them seated and the horse's head turned from the Mill.