"I never thought." As the wagon creaked on they gravely discussed this problem, contemplating profoundly the backs of the animals.

Hawker gazed in silence at the meditating two before him.

Under the wagon Stanley, the setter, walked slowly, wagging his tail in placid contentment and ruminating upon his experiences.
At last the old man said cheerfully, "Shall I take you around by the inn ?" Hawker started and seemed to wince at the question.

Perhaps he was about to interrupt, but the girl cried: "Oh, will you?
Take us right to the door?
Oh, that will be awfully good of you!" "Why," began Hawker, "you don't want--you don't want to ride to the inn on an--on an ox wagon, do you ?" "Why, of course I do," she retorted, directing a withering glance at him.
"Well----" he protested.
"Let 'er be, William," interrupted the old man.

"Let 'er do what she wants to.