I got into the travelling chariot - it was of German make, roomy, heavy, and unvarnished
- I got into the travelling chariot, pulled up the steps after me, shut myself in with a smart
bang of the door, and gave the word, 'Go on!'
Immediately, all that W. and S.W. division of London began to slide away at a pace so
lively, that I was over the river, and past the Old Kent Road, and out on Blackheath, and
even ascending Shooter's Hill, before I had had time to look about me in the carriage, like
a collected traveller.
I had two ample Imperials on the roof, other fitted storage for luggage in front, and other
up behind; I had a net for books overhead, great pockets to all the windows, a leathern
pouch or two hung up for odds and ends, and a reading lamp fixed in the back of the
chariot, in case I should be benighted. I was amply provided in all respects, and had no
idea where I was going (which was delightful), except that I was going abroad.
So smooth was the old high road, and so fresh were the horses, and so fast went I, that it
was midway between Gravesend and Rochester, and the widening river was bearing the
ships, white sailed or black-smoked, out to sea, when I noticed by the wayside a very
queer small boy.
'Holloa!' said I, to the very queer small boy, 'where do you live?'
'What do you do there?' says I.
'I go to school,' says he.
I took him up in a moment, and we went on. Presently, the very queer small boy says,
'This is Gads-hill we are coming to, where Falstaff went out to rob those travellers, and
ran away.'
'You know something about Falstaff, eh?' said I.
'All about him,' said the very queer small boy. 'I am old (I am nine), and I read all sorts of
books. But DO let us stop at the top of the hill, and look at the house there, if you please!'
'You admire that house?' said I.
'Bless you, sir,' said the very queer small boy, 'when I was not more than half as old as
nine, it used to be a treat for me to be brought to look at it. And now, I am nine, I come
by myself to look at it. And ever since I can recollect, my father, seeing me so fond of it,
has often said to me, "If you were to be very persevering and were to work hard, you
