He smiled relentlessly.

I glanced wildly yet furtively about to see if, perchance, a vacant seat were to be descried.
"Rest thy head on this shoulder; thou art weary," she said.

"I will put my veil over your face and you can catch a nap." But I was not to be caught napping.
"No, I thank you--I never sleep in the day time," I stammered.
Oh, what a ride I was having! How wretched I felt! Yet I was too bashful to shake off the shawl and stand up before a car-load of people.
Suddenly, something happened.

The blue spectacles flew over my head, and I flew over the seat in front of me.

Thank goodness! I was saved from that female! I picked myself up from out of the _debris_ of the wreck.