Mrs Winks was in a state of moist and shiny excitement. She had already placed a fair-sized flat basket beneath the seat, and quite destroyed the appearance of her print apron, by rolling it up and folding it into fidget-suggested plaits. But it was with no envious eyes that Mrs Winks gazed; for London, she said, was quite big enough for her, and contained all she wanted. Them as liked might go into the country for her, which she was quite sure could show no such flowers, fruits, or vegetables as Common Garding. She liked to see others enjoy themselves, though, and her face beamed with good-humour as she held a chair for Janet to stand upon and climb to her seat, when Canau led her out with as great care and courtesy as if she had been a duchess of the French court. Patty, although the visitor, had insisted upon giving up to Janet the place of honour beside D. Wragg, who was already seated, and was making the angular horse toss its head in response to the unnecessarily jerked reins. Then came Patty's turn to be helped into the back-seat--a bright little blossom with petals of white muslin--and Canau took his place by her side, both he and D. Wragg being perfectly stiff in the board-like white waistcoats, got up for them expressly by Mrs Winks. That lady received divers admonitions respecting the administration of more water to the stock-in-trade; and a stern order "not to make no mistake; but if that party came about the little spannle, it warn't the same, and he'd best call again." "Hooray! give's a copper, guv'nor," shouted a small boy, as D. Wragg now energetically jerked the reins, and cried, "P'st!" and "Go on then!" for the horse would not move, evidently considering that D. Wragg had cried "Wolf," in his previous jerkings of the reins; but at last the brute ambled off slowly, only, though, to be checked at the end of half-a-dozen yards, for his driver to shout to Mrs Winks-- "Here, I say! them there sparrers, I won't let 'em go at the price Pogles offered. Don't you make no mistake: I don't get my sparrers for nothing--p'st!" They went on a few yards farther, but only for D. Wragg to recall something else--which made him pull up short and wave Mrs Winks forward with the whip. "I didn't give them there bantams their mixter this mornin', and their combs is white as lather. Give 'em a few drops in their water." "Now, do go on, there's a good soul!" cried Mrs Winks, impatiently; "just as if I couldn't mind the place as well as you!" "I don't think as there's anything else I want to say," said D. Wragg, rubbing his nose--what there was of it--with the shaft of the whip. "No, I shouldn't think there was," said Mrs Winks, pettishly; "_so_ now go on."