Flora did not understand what the driver meant by that, so she again repeated her request, at which he laughed heartily and said,—
"Polly does want a cracker."
"Then why don't you give it to her?" queried Flora.
"Would you?"
"I would."
"You are particular who you ride with, I reckon."
"I am."
"You pick and choose your company, you do."
"I do."
"Well, then, scramble up. The seat is rayther narrow, but we can stow close."