Now that she had begun to appreciate Mr.Tilloughby--Bob--at his true value, she wondered what she had ever seen in Sam Turner--and she never had liked Josephine Stevens! "Gug-gug-gug-glorious day, isn't it ?" observed Tilloughby, his face glowing with joy.
"Fine," agreed Sam with enthusiasm.

"There never was a more glorious day in all the world.

You've just come along in time to save our lives, Tilloughby.

Which way are you bound ?" "Wuw-wuw-wuw-we had intended to go around Bald Hill." "Well, postpone that for a few minutes, won't you, Tilloughby, like a good fellow?
Trot back to Meadow Brook and send an auto out here for us.

Get Henry, by all means, to drive it." "Wuw-wuw-wuw-with pleasure," replied Tilloughby, wondering at this strange whim, but restraining his curiosity like a thoroughbred.
"Huh-huh-huh-Henry shall be back here for you in a jiffy," and he drove off in a cloud of dust.
Miss Stevens surveyed the retiring trap in satisfaction.
"Good," she exclaimed.