prevent my tumbling off the coach, I was nearly smothered by their falling asleep, and completely blocking me up.

They squeezed me so hard sometimes, that I could not help crying out, ‘Oh! If you please!’ — which they didn’t like at all, because it woke them. Opposite me was an elderly lady in a great fur cloak, who looked in the dark more like a haystack than a lady, she was wrapped up to such a degree. This lady had a basket with her, and she hadn’t known what to do with it, for a long time, until she found that on account of my legs being short, it could go underneath me.

It cramped and hurt me so, that it made me perfectly miserable; but if I moved in the least, and made a glass that was in the basket rattle against something else (as it was sure to do),