"Miss Corinne, and that loud Hullaballoo, Garry Minott, we saw prancing around at the supper--you remember--Holker gave him the ring." "And Miss MacFarlane ?" I asked.
"Ruth! Turn your head, my boy, and take a look at her.

Isn't she a picture?
Did you ever see a prettier girl in all your life, and one more charmingly dressed?
Ruth, this is the Major...

nothing else...

just the Major.

He is perfectly docile, kind and safe, and--" "-- And drives equally well in single or double harness, I suppose," laughed the girl, extending her hand and giving me the slightest dip of her head and bend of her back in recognition, no doubt, of my advancing years and dignified bearing--in apology, too, perhaps, for her metaphor.
"In SINGLE--not double," rejoined Peter.