? ? ? ? My aunt, who was perfectly indifferent to public opinion, drove the grey pony through Dover in a masterly manner; sitting high and stiff like a state coachman, keeping a steady eye upon him wherever he went, and making a point of not letting him have his own way in any respect. When we came into the country road, she permitted him to relax a little, however; and looking at me down in a valley of cushion by her side, asked me whether I was happy?
? ? ? ? 'Very happy indeed, thank you, aunt,' I said.
? ? ? ? She was much gratified; and both her hands being occupied, patted me on the head with her whip.
? ? ? ? 'Is it a large school, aunt?' I asked.
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