'Yes; got any objection?'
'No—o. Only, you see, Mother does drive so beautifully.'
'Oh, yes, I know that; but Mother is pretending to be a visitor to-day, and we are taking her for a drive.'
'Do you think nobody will get thrown out?'
'I hope not.'
'Oh, but, Father, that isn't very exciting. Just think what fun it would be if we all got thrown out, and Nannie had to put sticking plaster on our noses.'
'Oh, yes, it would be lovely,' said the Major, dryly, and Mother, who was pretending to be a visitor, laughed merrily.
'Turn down towards the Hall, Jack,' she said at the cross-roads. 'It is such a pretty road.'
'So far as I can see,' exclaimed Major Raeburn, 'this little animal is splendid between the shafts. He may have been a little too fresh yesterday; but you must own that he has gone beautifully to-day. Haven't you, Timmie? Hullo! what's that black thing looking over the hedge?'
'Where?' asked Harry, jumping off his seat. 'Please show me, Father. Oh, yes, I see now! It's Sambo.'