"Hopelessly. Have been for hours."

"Where do you want to get to?"

"A farmhouse three miles out of Lorn."

"Which side of Lorn?"

"Well, if I'm the same side of Lorn as I was at one o'clock this
afternoon, it's the other side."

"Well, but aren't you?"

"My dear girl, I don't know."

She laughed. "Well, I'm going to Lorn, any way," she said, "so
come along."

"Heaven will reward you," said I, and climbed into the cart.

"You'd better drive."

I took the reins. We had to go very slowly, for it was one of
the imitation roads, and when we were not scaling an ascent that
positively beetled, we were going down a descent which I was
glad it was too dark to see. After a minute or two, I took the
near wheel eighteen inches up the bank.

"Sorry," said the girl, as she disengaged herself from my neck
and arms and resumed her seat, "but it was your fault for taking