six o'clock
Why could we four girls not have had one brother ? About half an hour after Mr Keith was gone , the Scots gentleman with whom we were to travel -- Mr Cameron -- came in . He is a man of about fifty , bald-headed and rosy-faced , pleasant and chatty enough , only I do not quite always understand him . By six o'clock we were all packed into his chaise , and a few minutes later we set forth from the inn door . The streets of Carlisle felt like home ; but as we left them behind , and came gradually out into the open country , it dawned upon me that now , indeed , I was going out into the great world . We sleep here to-night , where Flora and I have a little bit of a bed-chamber next door to a larger one where Mr Cameron and Angus are . On Monday we expect to reach Abbotscliff .