They weren’t going to discuss the matter of her trousers further, that much was clear. They had better things to bicker about, at some point. Or maybe they were arriving, as Ruth wrongly assumed.

If Nesah was going to be arrested for wearing trousers, Ruth would embark on a journey to save her (also wearing trousers), just to personally share her disappointment. But she was fairly sure her little sister would bring back her regular amount of revolution and then some. After all, they couldn’t leave their brother’s guest room empty, right?

Ruth shrugged “I haven’t the slightest, dear brother” and that was when she got off. Well the carriage had gotten really slow and she had been sitting long enough in the train… but that had been precipitous. She heard her brother yell, so, naturally, she did the most obvious thing: she whistle really loud to stop the horses and yelled louder “Stop!”
They heard her in Cornwall, or so the tale tells.

The carriage driver was either sufficiently terrified to stop or had completely lost the control of the horses that, had just stopped on their own. Either way, she could jump back. For good measure, she asked for the address, before sitting back in the carriage.

“Are you in a hurry, dear brother?” She said, in a more human tone of voice.