"Hum! nine inside, I suppose."
"And we number ten, with the servants."
"Just take us," said Mr. Evelyn. "There's room on the box for one."
"It will not take me," said Mr. Carleton.
"How will you go? ride?" said his mother. "I should think you would, since you have found a horse you like so well."
"By George! I wish there was another that I liked," said Rossitur, "and I'd go on horseback too. Such weather! The landlord says it's the beginning of Indian summer."
"It's too early for that," said Thorn.
"Well, eight inside will do very well for one day," said Mrs. Carleton. "That will give little Fleda a little more space to lie at her ease."
"You may put Fleda out of your calculations, too, mother," said Mr. Carleton. "I will take care of her."
"How in the world," exclaimed his mother, "if you are on horseback?"