Classics Retold

The horse was lazy, and shuffled along with his head down.  Like his horse, the carrier had a way of keeping his head down, and drooping  forward, with one of his arm on each of his knees.  The cart would have gone to Yarmouth without the carrier; no talk by him, only whistling.  Peggotty had enough food and drink in her basket.  We ate a lot and slept a lot.  Peggotty went to sleep with her chin upon the handle of the basket, her hold of which was never relaxed even in her snore.  Up and down the lanes we went, stopped at a public house, and at other places, that I was quite tired, and when we reached Yarmouth I was very glad.  It looked rather damp and muddy, the great dull waste lay accross the coast.  I coud not help wondering, if the world was really round as my geography book said, how many part of it came to be flat.  But I reflected Yarmouth might be at one of the poles; so it was flat. As we drew near,  the landscape was cl...