62 Four-in-Hand in Britain. 



Come and trip it as you go, 

 On the light, fantastic toe." 



That does not quite express it, for there was time 

 for momentary pauses now and then, when the heart 

 swelled with gratitude. We were so grateful for being 

 so blessed. It was during this stroll that Emma came 

 quietly to my side, slipped her arm in mine, and said in 

 that rich, velvety English voice which we all envy her : 

 " Oh, Andrew, when I am to go home you will have to 

 tell me plainly, for indeed I shall never be able to leave 

 this of my own accord. I haven't been as happy since 

 I was a young girl." " Do you really think you could 

 go all the way to Inverness?" "Oh, I could go on 

 this way forever." " All right, my lady, ' check your 

 baggage through,' as we say in Yankeedom ; " and never 

 did that woman lose sight of the coach till it was torn 

 away from her at Inverness. 



Some of us dismounted before reaching Horsham, 

 and went in pursuit of adventure. In an old tan-yard 

 by the wayside, where mon were making leather in the 

 crude, old-fashioned way, with horses instead of a steam 

 engine for the motive power, we had our first conversa- 

 tion with the British rural workman, whose weekly 

 earnings do not exceed $3.50. Now, this was not more 

 than thirty miles from London, and only twenty-one 

 from the sea at Brighton, and yet the oldest man of 

 the party, who was the most talkative, had never seen 

 the sea. He had been in London once, during the 



