The spirited team held Mrs.Owen's attention, but she never allowed the conversation to flag.

Several times as they crossed car lines it seemed to Sylvia that they missed being struck only by perilously narrow margins.

When they reached the creek they paused on the bridge to allow the sorrels to rest, and Mrs.Owen indicated with her whip the line of the new boulevard and recounted the history of the region.
At the State Fair grounds Mrs.Owen drove in, explaining that she wanted to see what they were doing to the track.

Sylvia noticed that the employees they passed grinned at Mrs.Owen as though she were a familiar acquaintance, and the superintendent came up and discussed horses and the track changes with Mrs.Owen in a strange vocabulary.

He listened respectfully to what Mrs.Owen said and was impressed, Sylvia thought, by her opinions.