"Ain't used enough," returned Samp. "Needs to be took down."
"Any danger of their running away with us?"
"Never knowed 'em to run away."
"Nor I, either," said Mrs. Grey, "and yet I've a good mind to walk. What do you say, Margaret?"
"I say that it's too far for you to walk. Belle charged me to not let you overdo."
"Very well. But it's not too far for you to walk. I have a queer presentiment that something is going to happen. Suppose I drive, and you come home at your leisure?"
"No!" said Margaret decidedly; "if anything is going to happen, it must be to me, not you. But nothing is, except lunch." So saying, she sprang into the carriage, and Samp drove off.
"I never saw you nervous, aunty, till now."
"And I am not nervous now on my own account."