I'm so afraid I'll break off some of the rattles that I'll be mighty glad when I get it safely home." "So will I!" ejaculated Miss Scudder, so fervently that the postman laughed as he drove on.
"Any mail for us ?" Mary called after him.
"Only some papers and a letter for your sister," he answered over his shoulder.
"Now why didn't I ask him to take me and the snake on home in the cart with him ?" exclaimed Mary, as she lifted the rattler into the surrey by means of the lasso, and took the reins from the new boarder's uneasy hands.

"Even if you can't drive, Bogus could take you to the ranch all right by himself.

Lots of times when Hazel Lee and I are out driving, we wrap the reins around the whipholder and let him pick his own way.

Now I'll have to drag this snake all the way from the ranch to the Wigwam, and it will be a dreadful holdback when I'm in such a hurry to get there and see who Joyce's letter is from.
"You see," she continued, clucking cheerfully to Bogus, "the postman's mail-pouch is almost as interesting as a grab-bag, since my two brothers went away.

Holland is in the navy," she added, proudly, "and my oldest brother, Jack, has a position in the mines up where mamma and Norman and I are going to spend the summer." Three years in the desert had not made Mary Ware any the less talkative.
At fourteen she was as much of a chatterbox as ever, but so diverting, with her fund of unexpected information and family history and her cheerful outlook on life, that Mrs.Lee often sent for her to amuse some invalid boarder, to the mutual pleasure of the small philosopher and her audience.
The experiment this morning had proved anything but a pleasure drive for either of them, however.