"After this, you may suppose we could talk of Nothing but Murders, Robberies and such-like delightful Subjects during the greater Part of our Journey: and each seemed trying to outdo the other, in hope of making the others forget how tamely all had behaved except the _Squire_. Gradually we dropped our Companions at one Place or another, till none remained but the _Squire_, myself, and the fat Woman. He now began to be amused at the Joy I could not help betraying at the Sight of every well-known Landmark, and tried to tease me by supposing a Dozen ridiculous Accidents that might have happened at Home, to disappoint me of my Pleasure. At length, we stopped at the Corner of a By-Road in _Larkfield_ Parish, and young Mr. _Heavitree_ comes up. 'Are you there, _Father_?' says he, scrambling up on the Step to look in. 'All right, my Boy,' says the _Squire_, grasping his Hand, which he shook heartily, 'and here's _Gatty Bowerbank_ come Home to see her _Mother_.' Mr. _Heavitree_ gave me such a cheerful Smile! 'How glad they will all be!' said he, 'they do not in the least expect you, and have been wondering why you have let them be so long without a Letter. I was at your _Mother's_ just now.' 'She's quite well, then?' cried I. 'Oh yes,' said he, 'but _you_ don't look very well, I think.' 'Manners, _Jack_!' says the _Squire_. 'Well, _Father_, I meant no Harm; here are Horses, Sir, for you and me, and a light Cart for your Luggage.' 'Put Mrs. _Gatty's_ Baggage into the Cart too, my Boy,' says the _Squire_, 'and send the Horses round to the _Green Hatch_, for I've a Mind to walk across the Fields with this young Damsel, and see what Reception she gets, and I suppose you won't Mind coming along with us.' 'Not I, Sir,' said Mr. _Heavitree_, 'I shall like it very much.' So, when the Luggage was put in the Cart, and the Coachman was settled with, we started off, as sociable as could be, talking about the Highway Robbery; and the _Squire_ took Care to tell his Son that I was the only Woman who did not scream when the Pistol was fired into the Coach. Well, we got to the dear old Garden-Gate; and there, strolling along the pebbled Walk just within it, were _Lucy_ and _Pen_, their Arms about each other's Necks.--The _Squire_ hemmed; they looked round; and oh! what a Cry of Joy they gave! My _Mother_, hearing the Noise, came out....