'I think I never saw such a mess as
we've made this morning.'
And he looked at the stick in the apron, and the long holly between Jog's
legs, and longed to lay them about his great back.
'Well (puff), I s'pose (wheeze) we may as well (puff) home now?' observed
Jog, looking about him quite unconcernedly.
'I think so,' snapped Sponge, adding, 'we've done it for once, at all
events.'
The observation, however, was lost upon Jog, whose mind was occupied with
thinking how to get the phaeton round without upsetting. The road was
narrow at best, and the newly laid stone-heaps had encroached upon its
bounds. He first tried to back between two stone-heaps, but only succeeded
in running a wheel into one; he then tried the forward tack, with no better
success, till Mr. Sponge seeing matters were getting worse, just jumped
out, and taking the old horse by the head, executed the manoeuvre that
Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey first attempted. They then commenced retracing their
steps, rather a long trail, even for people in an amiable mood, but a
terribly long one for disagreeing ones.
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