Debby, who, without her trumpet, had heard nothing of all this, was smiling and garrulous.
"I found all the papers," she said.

"They're right under the seat.

I'm goin' to look 'em over so's to have the interestin' parts all ready to show Miss Dorcas when we get home.

Ain't it nice I found 'em ?" In spite of her driver's remonstrances, unheard because of the nonadjustment of the trumpet, she reached under the seat and brought out the pile of Blazeton weeklies.

With her feet upon the pile to keep it from blowing away, she proceeded to unfold one of the papers.