human
There’s no decent train to go, and none at all to come back until nearly nine o’clock. And we can’t cycle in this weather--at least I can’t, especially in the dark.
gpt
Well, what about Sunday?
human
The Sunday trains are worse.
gpt
What a ghastly line! said Edwin.
human
And they have the cheek to pay five per cent! I remember Ingpen telling me there was one fairish train into Knype in the morning, and one out in the afternoon. And there wouldn’t be that if the Locomotive Superintendent didn’t happen to live at Axe.
gpt
It’s a pity you haven’t got a dog-cart, isn’t it? said Hilda, lightly smiling.
human
Because then we could use the works horse now and then, and it wouldn’t really cost anything extra, would it?
gpt
Can’t mix up two different things like that!