'Father, where do you go away all day?' It was Charlie who spoke,
clambering on his father's knee.
'I drive the coach, boy.'
'Coach? An' what is that?'
'Goodsooth, boy, thou hast seen a coach?'
'Ay, father--the coach an' four horses that runs to Grantham. You do
not drive a thing like _that_?'
'Ay. And why not?'