"Better nor two mile _I_ call it," he answered.
After that, being so tired in brain as well as body, I asked a foolish
question--how long it would take me to get there.
The old driver looked at me again, and said:
"'Bout a 'our and a 'alf I should say by the looks of you--and you
carryin' the biby."
I dare say my face dropped sadly as I turned away, feeling very tired,
yet determined to struggle through. But hardly had I walked twenty paces
when I heard the cab coming up behind and the old driver crying:
"'Old on, missie."
I stopped, and to my surprise he drew up by my side, got down from his
box, opened the door of his cab and said:
"Ger in."