All Devon lies before you." "I know that.

But I shall rest here and there, and perhaps get a lift or two if I meet any more such kind-hearted folk as yourself." She looked at him sharply.
"That's what we may call a bit o' soft soap," she said, "and I'd advise ye to keep that kind o' thing to yourself, old man! It don't go down with Meg Ross, I can tell ye!" "Are you Meg Ross ?" he asked, amused at her manner.
"That's me! I'm known all over the countryside for the sharpest tongue as ever wagged in a woman's head.

So you'd better look out!" "I'm not afraid of you!" he said smiling.
"Well, you might be if you knew me!" and she whipped up her pony smartly.

"Howsomever, you're old enough to be past hurtin' or bein' hurt." "That's true!" he responded gently.
She was silent after this, and not till Watchett was reached did she again begin conversation.

Rattling quickly through the little watering-place, which at this hour seemed altogether deserted or asleep, she pulled up at an inn in the middle of the principal street.
"I've got an order to deliver here," she said.