That's why--" "Yes," said Bibbs, "I--" And that seemed all he had to say just then.
Mary looked out through the dusty window.

"I think we'd better be going home, if you please," she said.
"Yes," Bibbs agreed, not moving.

"It will be dark before we get there." She gave him a quick little glance.

"I think you must be very tired, Mr.Sheridan; and I know you have reason to be," she said, gently.

"If you'll let me, I'll--" And without explaining her purpose she opened the door on her side of the coupe and leaned out.
Bibbs started in blank perplexity, not knowing what she meant to do.
"Driver!" she called, in her clear voice, loudly.