So he climbed into place, hoping that she wouldn't talk, or if that was too much to expect, that at least Watts would half turn and help him through.
Neither of these fitted, however, with Miss Pierce's plans.

She gave Peter a moment to fit comfortably into his seat, knowing that if she forced the running before he had done that, he would probably sit awry for the whole drive.

Then: "I can't tell you how pleased we all are over Watts's success.

We knew, of course, he could do it if he cared to, but he seemed to think the attempt hardly worth the making, and so we did not know if he would try." Peter breathed more easily.

She had not asked a question, and the intonation of the last sentence was such as left him to infer that it was not his turn to say something; which, Peter had noticed, was the way in which girls generally ended their remarks.
"Oh, look at that absurd looking cow," was her next remark, made before Peter had begun to worry over the pause.
Peter looked at the cow and laughed.