"He wouldn't go; he's an animal of intelligence, and of course has observed that he could lead a nomadic life here perfectly, with constant summer, and water, and—but I can't say much for the grass. I think, however, that I can arrange it so that he shall not trouble you." And dismounting, he changed and lengthened some straps; then seating himself in the phaeton beside her, he took the reins, his own horse trotting along docielly at his side of the phaeton, fastened by a long line.
"It's caravanish," said Garda. "But I'll allow it because I want you to drive; it's more amusing than driving myself."
"More lazy, you mean."
"Yes; I ran away to be lazy."
"For a variety?"
She did not take this up, but, leaning back still further, half closed her eyes.
"Have you often been out in this way on the barrens, driving yourself?" he went on.
"This is the first time I have ever driven—on the barrens or anywhere else."
"Yet you come out alone, and with this restless horse! I never knew you to do such a thing before."
"That only shows how short a time you have known me; I always like to do things I have never done before."