They groped their way, pushing and panting, to the road again, where, beholding the overset buggy with its wheels ludicrously in the air, they suddenly seized and shook each other, and in an outburst of hilarious ecstasy, fairly laughed until the tears came into their eyes.
Then there was a breathless silence.
"The stage will be coming by in a moment," composedly said Susy.

"Fix me, dear." Mary Rogers calmly walked around her friend, bestowing a practical shake there, a pluck here, completely retying one bow and restoring an engaging fullness to another, yet critically examining, with her head on one side, the fascinating result.

Then Susy performed the same function for Mary with equal deliberation and deftness.

Suddenly Mary started and looked up.
"It's coming," she said quickly, "and they've SEEN US." The expression of the faces of the two girls instantly changed.

A pained dignity and resignation, apparently born of the most harrowing experiences and controlled only by perfect good breeding, was distinctly suggested in their features and attitude as they stood patiently by the wreck of their overturned buggy awaiting the oncoming coach.