tallyho started again at one o'clock with a black horse, a sorrel
horse, and two gray ones.

The afternoon wore on. The horses climbed upward at every step; and
though the journey was delightful, the passengers were growing rather
tired.

"Wish I could sit on the seat with the king-ductor," besought little
Eddo, moving about uneasily.

"That isn't a conductor, it's a driver. Conductors are the men that go
on the steam-cars,--the 'choo choo cars,'" explained Jimmum. Then in a
lower tone, "They don't have any cars up at Castle Cliff, and I'm glad
of it."

Lucy did not understand why he should be glad, and Jimmy added in a
lower tone:--

"Because--don't you remember how some little folks used to act about
steam-engines? They might do it again, you know."

"Yes, I 'member now. But that was a long time ago, Jimmy. He wouldn't
run after engines now."

"Who wouldn't?" inquired young Master Eddo, forgetting the "king-ductor"
and turning about to face his elder brother. "Who wouldn't run after the
engine, Jimmum?"

"Nobody--I mean _you_ wouldn't."