"It's me bellows that's rocky," he explained between gasps.
Mrs.Nelson rustled back into the phaeton, and taking a piece of money from her purse, held it out to him.
"That will amply repay you," she said.
Sandy flushed to the roots of his close-cropped hair.

A tip, heretofore a gift of the gods, had suddenly become an insult.

Angry, impetuous words rushed to his lips, and he took a step forward.

Then he was aware of a sudden change in the girl, who had just stepped into the phaeton.

She shot a quick, indignant look at her aunt, then turned around and smiled a good-by to him.
He lifted his cap and said, "I thank ye." But it was not to Mrs.
Nelson, who still held the money as they drove out of the avenue.
Sandy went wearily back to the house.