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Hearing the sound of wheels, she flew eagerly downstairs and met her friend as she stepped out of the little governess-cart. "Well, here I am!" said Maggie. "And how is Belle? How good-natured of you all to have me, and how delightful it is to smell the delicious country air! Mother and I find town so hot and stuffy.

"We might have the governess-cart, mightn't we, mothery?" said Irene, turning her eyes away from Miss Frost, and gazing at her mother with great anxiety and interest. "Certainly, dear, but I" "Oh, you must come too," said Rosamund.

In former years Placid had been kept for the girls to drive in the governess-cart and to pull the heavy lawn-mower over the lawns. And Hannah had been wont to drive him into Amesberrow every Sunday, that she might attend the Presbyterian church there. She put him up at a livery-stable near her church and always paid for him herself. Anthony Ross usually had hired a motor for the summer months.

"Won't you tell my sister that she is not to hold the reins like that? She is nagging at the pony's mouth all the time, and hurting him." "Of course she is," said Irene, springing forward. Hugh jumped from the governess-cart. Miss Frost also descended.

They tore up the place for amateur theatricals; they disappeared in the gardens when they ought to have been rehearsing; they swept off every available horse and vehicle, especially the governess-cart and the fat pony; they fell into the trout-ponds; they picnicked and they tennised; and they sat on gates in the twilight, two by two, and Georgie found that he was not in the least necessary to their entertainment.

But we needn't go into that now. What I want to know is, may Irene and I have the governess-cart, and may Miss Frost go with us, and may we drive over to the Singletons'?" "Of course you may, Rosamund. But I am afraid it will be you and Miss Frost alone, for nothing would induce Irene to set foot inside that place.

The fashion nowadays is for girls of middle-class to regard the prospect of becoming a country doctor's wife with considerable hesitation "too slow," they term it; and declare that to live in the country and drive in a governess-cart is synonymous with being buried.

Cook, however, was mollified by Rosamund's sweet face, and an excellent supper was packed in a hamper. The governess-cart was brought round to the front door, and Lady Jane, to her own amazement and much against her will, took the reins and drove as far as Parson's Dale, a most lovely spot four miles away.

Sharley and her sisters used to come together, sometimes walking with a maid, sometimes driving over in a little pony-cart not the beautiful carriage with the two ponies; that was their mother's but what is called a governess-cart, in which they drove a fat old fellow called Bunch, too fat and lazy to be up to much mischief.

"Certainly; he is your pony," said Rosamund. "You have every right to drive him." Miss Frost did not speak. They both entered the governess-cart, and Irene, making a cracking noise with the whip, as she had learned from one of the grooms, started off at a break-neck speed down the somewhat steep avenue. Poor Miss Frost felt inclined to cry out, but Rosamund took one of her hands and pressed it.