My! But it goes fast!" The car passed King and Marjorie, who waved their hands gaily, and watched it rapidly disappear along the road in front of them.
"I'm glad we're doing a deed of charity, Midget," said her brother, "for if we weren't I shouldn't relish this long walk very much." "Now, King, don't go and spoil your noble deed by growling about it! It was lovely of you to let that girl ride in your place, but if you're going to kick about walking, you'll spoil it all." "I'm not kicking.

And anyway, Mops, you were the noble one yourself.

You walked just so I shouldn't be lonesome." "'Course I did! What's lots of fun for two is awful poky for one.

Come on, I'll race you to that big sticking-out tree!" They flew along the road with their heels kicking out behind, and though King reached the tree first, he was only a few steps ahead of Marjorie, who came up panting, and threw herself on the grass by his side.
"We mustn't do that again," she said, "it makes us too much out of breath, and we can't walk afterward.

Now let's rest a minute, and then walk on just middling fast,--because it's a long way yet.