But I 'm not in the least tired.

I 've had such a delightful trip." She glanced around smilingly upon her perspiring cavaliers.

"Oh, put those things down, gentlemen--anywhere there on the grass; they can be carried in later.
It was so kind of you both." "Hey, there!" sang out the driver, growing impatient, "if you two gents are aimin' to go down town with this outfit, you'd better be pilin' in lively, fer I can't stay here all day." Moffat glanced furtively aside at McNeil, only to discover that individual quietly seated on the trunk.

He promptly dropped his own grip.
"Drive on with your butcher's cart," he called out spitefully.

"I reckon it's no special honor to ride to town." The pleasantly smiling young woman glanced from one to the other, her eyes fairly dancing, as the lumbering coach disappeared through the red dust.
"How very nice of you to remain," she exclaimed.