He now felt obliged to be on his guard, lest she should take offence.
The rest of her journey--though Dotty did not know it--was not quite so delightful as it might have been if she had only laughed with good humor when the lively major let her pull his hair out by the roots.
But the cars went "singing through the forest, and rattling over ridges," till it was time to part from the pleasant man with a wig.

Then they went on, "shooting under arches, rambling over bridges," till Dotty and her papa had come to their journey's end.

We will say it was the town of Quinn..