Minerva, her spirits ebullient as soon as she saw that no damage had been done, went off into a roar of laughter at the quaint spectacle of Ethel using a horse as a sort of couch.
“I wonder if it hurts him?” said Ethel.
“’Deed no. You ain’t heavy enough.”
“Well, if I get tired I’ll want you to come.”
“Lawdy, I’d smash him. He won’t need me.”
“Is anyone coming?”
“No’m.”
“Well, isn’t this too vexing? There are those two men coming.”
“Where?” said Minerva, looking up and down the road.
“No, I mean on the train. Of course they can hire a team, but it is awfully vexing to have this happen.”