If she were a boy she would be riding on that sack of hay tied to the "hounds" for a seat.

But, being a girl, it had never occurred to Brit that she might like to go,--might even be useful to him on the trip.
"I suppose if I told dad I could drive that team as well as he can, he'd just look at me and think I was crazy," she thought resentfully and gave the broom a spiteful fling toward a presumptuous hen that had approached too closely.

"If I'd asked him to let me go along he'd have made some excuse--oh, I'm beginning to know dad! He thinks a woman's place is in the house--preferably the kitchen.

And here I've thought all my life that cowgirls did nothing but ride around and warn people about stage holdups and everything! I'd just like to know how a girl would ever have a chance to know what was going on in the country, unless she heard the men talking while she poured their coffee.

Only this bunch don't talk at all.