Presently he looked up to the man who had brought her to the shanty, and said, "The axle's strained, but it's safe for five or six miles more of this road.

I'll put the wheel on easily." He paused, and without glancing at her, continued, "You might send her on by the cart." "Pray don't trouble yourselves," interrupted the young girl, with a pink uprising in her cheeks; "I shall be quite satisfied with the buggy as it stands.

Send her on in the cart, indeed! Really, they were a rude set--ALL of them." Without taking the slightest notice of her remark, the man replied gravely to the young mechanic, "Yes, but we'll be wanting the cart before it can get back from taking her." "Her" again.

"I assure you the buggy will serve perfectly well--if this--gentleman--will only be kind enough to put on the wheel again," she returned hotly.
The young mechanic at once set to work.

The young girl walked apart silently until the wheel was restored to its axle.