I got as nigh to 'em as I could, but I didn't hear much they said.

Only, just as they was goin' out, he said somethin' about goin' for a little spin in the car.

She said no, her father would want his letters.

Carver, he said, why not send Oscar home--that's the chauffeur, you know--with the letters, and he'd run the car himself.

She kind of laughed, and said she guessed not, she'd taken one trip with him already that day and she didn't believe she cared for another.