Very few light carriages passed that way, and therefore when anything of the kind was heard or seen, everybody left off what they were doing to look, let them be ever so busy. Lucy and Emily and Henry ran down to the gate which opened on the road. Henry climbed to the top of the highest bar; but the little girls stood on one side, where they were half hidden by a rose-bush. When they were got there the carriage was heard more plainly: and Henry was hardly fixed upon the top of the gate before John came up, with a hoe and a basket in his hand. "So, Master Henry," he said, "you are come to see the coach; I just caught sight of it as it went round the corner below, and I promise you it is worth seeing; it beats Sir Charles Noble's to nothing--but here they come." At first there appeared a groom, dressed in a glazed hat, and a livery, and shining boots; and he was riding a fine horse, and he went forward quickly; he had several dogs running by him. Lucy and Emily were glad that John, with his hoe, was close by, for they did not love strange dogs. But the groom and his dogs were very soon out of sight; he was riding on to see that the gates were open where the coach was going. Immediately afterwards the coach came in sight--and a fine new coach it was; and there were four horses, with postillions whipping and cutting away; and ladies and gentlemen in the coach. Lucy and Emily and Henry did not look at the grown people, but at a very pretty little lady, of Emily's age perhaps, who was looking out of the window on their side. They saw her face, which was fair and very pale, and they saw her curling light hair, and her blue satin hat, which had white feathers in it; and they knew that she saw them, for she rather smiled and looked pleased, and turned to speak about them, they thought, to the lady next to her. But the coach was gone in a minute, not rattling like a hack-chaise, but making a sort of low rumbling sound, and that sound was not heard long. "Who are those?" said Henry, as he stood at the very top of the gate, like a bird upon a perch, "who are those fine people?" "They are the great folks," replied John, "who are come to live at Sir Charles Noble's. They call them Honourable--by way of distinction--the Honourable Mr. and Mrs. Darwell, and they are immensely rich; and that is their only child, for they have but one--and she, to be sure, is no small treasure, as people say, and they never can make enough of her." "What is her name, John?" asked Lucy. "Don't ask me, Miss," replied John; "for though I have heard the name, I could not pretend to speak it properly, it is so unaccountably fine." "I should like to hear it," said Emily. "And that you will be sure to do soon, Miss," answered John; "for all the country is talking about the family, and they say they are uncommon grand." "But, John," said Henry, "when will you come and nail the benches in my hut? Will you come now? Shall I fetch the hammer and nails?"