"Holmwood House," she repeated. "Let us see that. How far is it?"
George again made inquiries, and found that it was about eight miles away. The station-master assured him that the road thither was one of the prettiest drives in the whole country.
"Now, what kind of a conveyance will you have? There are four-wheeled cabs, and there is even a hansom to be had. Will you have two horses or one, and will you have a coachman?"
"None of these," she said, "if you can get something you can drive yourself—I suppose you are a driver?"
"Oh, I have driven a buggy."
"Well, get some sort of conveyance that we can both sit in while you drive."
"But don't you think we will get lost?"
"We can inquire the way," she said, "and if we do get lost, it won't matter. I want to have a long talk with you before we reach the place."
They crossed the railway by a bridge over the line, and descended into a valley along which the road wound.
The outfit which George had secured was a neat little cart made of wood in the natural color and varnished, and a trim little pony, which looked ridiculously small for two grown people, and yet
