'We're coming along with you, sir, to the station,' said Duncan. 'You
won't think it a liberty will you, sir? but me and Polly and little John
would like to see the last of you.'
'Come, that _is_ good of you,' I said. 'I shall have a grand escort
up the hill!'
Polly took the child from his father, and Duncan carried my bag and
easel, and would not even hear of my giving him a hand with them.
I ran into the Christies, but could find no one below; however, I heard
a great running backwards and forwards overhead, and presently Mr.
Christie called out of the bedroom window, 'Wait one moment, Jack; we
are all coming to see you off.'
So my escort increased as I proceeded, and Tom, as he came out of the
hotel, said he thought the whole of Runswick must be going by the early
train, when he saw us, one after another, come toiling up the hill.
Little Jack rode up the whole way on my back, and his horse was very hot
when the top was reached.
Though it is now so many years ago I can see that little party of
friends standing together on the platform, as the train moved out of the
station.
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