Monsieur Le Curie, Is It Not So, Correspondent?

A small hamlet was at no great distance, and I put took myself thither in the hopes of hiring a trap to convey me to the posthouse. A good man offered to house me for the night, but I was obliged to decline as my family intended starting early on the following morning. The priest when I applied to him assured me that he believed there was no better conveyance in the place than a common charoo with his solid wooden wheels. But who will go with him? Ah-ha, Monsieur Le Curie, it is all very well for one of us to accompany him, but think of the coming back alone. Then two must go with him, said