Whereupon Spillbeans trotted off toward the water.
Carley sat up before Glenn and Flo reached her.

Manifestly they were concerned about her, but both were ready to burst with laughter.

Carley knew she was not hurt and she was so glad to be off the mustang that, on the moment, she could almost have laughed herself.
"That beast is well named," she said.

"He spilled me, all right.

And I presume I resembled a sack of beans." "Carley--you're--not hurt ?" asked Glenn, choking, as he helped her up.
"Not physically.