Old Dolliver, all one wide grin and flapping duster, drove his bony horses to the stopping place with a flourish.
"Here we be!" he croaked. "The old craft is jest a-bulgin' over with Infants.
Mary Cox pulled open the door and the first new-comer popped out as though she had been clinging to the handle when The Fox made the movement.
"The Infants got out, one by one—
One wide river to cross!
First infant bumps into a great big Stone—
One wide river to cross."
And there really was Heavy to receive the new-comer with open arms, who said while the others chanted the refrain:
"My name's Jennie Stone, and you're very welcome to Briarwood, and what's your name, Infant?"
The girls in the stage-coach had been forewarned by Old Dolliver as to their probable greeting, and they took this all in good part. They disembarked with their bags and parcels, while Tony Foyle appeared to help Old Dolliver down with the heavier luggage that was strapped upon the roof and in the boot behind. Mary Cox continued to line out the doggerel, inventing
