"
"Oh, I did! It's all been delightful," Lucy contrived to stammer, and then fell to scanning the road, which stretched away for a long half mile ahead of them, white and level.
"A good road for those wretched machines," observed Miss Herron. "I see one has been along it.
" And she pointed to the track of broad tires they were following.
"Wouldn't a farm wagon leave those marks?"
"Possibly, but--" She rose slightly in her seat, and peered ahead. She laughed aloud as she gathered up her reins and touched the horses into a brisk trot.
"This may be the workings of Providence, my dear."
"Perhaps, Cousin Agatha."
"Is that thing yonder green?"
"There's only one person in it, and-and he's getting out now.
It's stopped."
"Anything more?"
"Oh!" cried Lucy, and now it was hers to stand, "I think--"
"Indeed!" remarked Miss Herron. "I fancied I saw that yellow head of his.
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