"That's right."
"This is very strange, Circe."
"Yes, boy-scout. Round to the left here. That's right. Only three more miles. This is Dilberry Farm."
"Dilberry! Why, that's—"
"Where you're staying?"
I gulped, and laid the whip over the mare's shoulders.
"No," I said doggedly, "it's not."
She laid two firm little hands on my left and pulled the mare up.
"Anything the matter?" said I.
"Say 'good-bye' like a good boy-scout and thank the kind lady for giving you a lift, and then run along home," she said sweetly.