"Why, he's in jail!"
"May I never trust me two eyes to speak the truth again if that wasn't Ricks!"
When they started they found that the harness was broken, and all efforts to fix it were in vain.
"It's half-past five now," cried Annette. "If I don't get home b-before dad, he'll have out the fire department."
"There's a farm-house a good way back," said Sandy; "but it's too far for you to walk. Will you be waiting here in the buggy until I go for help?"
"Well, I guess not!" said Annette, indignantly.
Sandy looked at the round baby face beside
him and laughed. "It's not one of meself that blames you," he said; "but how are we ever to get home?"
Annette was not without resources.
"What's the matter with riding the horse b-back to the farm?"