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Clearly, as Miss Herron perceived, the boy appreciated the honor she was doing him, and so far earned her approval. Nor were his manners wholly uncouth. Archie drew on his gauntlets and settled himself, hands on tiller and throttle. "Are you quite ready?" He could not hide his smile. A sweet hour was to follow. "I am waiting," she answered. "Go, then."
There were two sounds in the car; one was an approving murmur, and the other an undeniable snort. The Harvester felt the reassuring pressure of the Girl's hand. "Please, Ruth," he said, "go turn on the light so that I can see to help grandmother." A foot stamped before the front seat. "Madam Herron, if you please!" cried an acrid voice.
You're so brave and and skillful. It makes one feel so safe to be with you." "Of course I've driven all my life," Miss Herron admitted. "Your grand-uncle, the judge, my dear, always insisted that driving was part of a gentlewoman's education, like household management or a knowledge of English history.
"The Little Father is about to make a long journey?" "Does one buy so many moccasins for a short?" "He goes to hunt the fur?" "Perhaps." "In what direction does he set the bow of his canoe?" Suddenly Dick Herron, who had, as usual, been paying attention to almost anything rather than the matter in hand, darted suddenly toward a clump of grass.
I confess," she continued, judiciously, "that I rather enjoy your plight." The boy grinned delightfully. "So do I. It isn't often" how express the light mockery that danced on his lips! "that my accidents are so charmingly compensated as this is." "I am quite serious, Mr. Fraser." "I am equally so, Miss Herron." A moment they regarded one another in silence.
Accordingly Bolton and Herron took their way in the dusty little foot-trodden path there were no horses in that frontier between the Factor's residence and the Clerk's house, down the meandering trail through the high grasses of the meadow to where the Indian lodges lifted their pointed tops against the sky. The wigwams were scattered apparently at random. Before each a fire burned.
Archibald started, stung by a sudden hope. If only "That will bring you to Oldport very late, I'm afraid," he ventured, feeling his way toward a compassing of his plan. The express package could wait. "I'm very sorry. I wish " Here he broke off his speech to gaze pensively at the automobile. "It's very annoying," said Miss Herron.
"Whoa!" commanded Miss Herron, drawing her steeds to the side of the road. "Stand still, and don't be so foolish. It's only" she hesitated, then pronounced the word as though it profaned her speech "an automobile." "May I pass you?" came the driver's voice from behind. The choking reek of the gas drifted down and enveloped them. "It's all right," caroled Lucy. "Come ahead!"
"Well, fellow pirate: how go our plans for a merry winter for the poor?" "Ass!" muttered Herron to Olivia, who happened to, be nearest him. "He fancies impudence is wit. He's devoid of moral sense or even of decency. He's a traitor to his class and shouldn't be tolerated in it." Dumont was laughingly answering Langdon in his own vein.
"No go," reported Archibald, and proceeded to explain what by rights should have come to pass. "But none of these engines are perfected," he added. "So there you must remain? Two miles from any assistance?" "Yes, Miss Herron." "I rather question the willingness of any of our Barham folk to aid a shipwrecked automobile. You drive them so heedlessly, young gentleman.
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