"Why, papa, I never was so safe."
"It's not decent, that's what it's not."
"Now, Carrie—"
"Stop cutting me off every time I open my mouth."
"How far is it?" asked Albert, speaking for the first time.
"Why, I guess it ought to take about ten minutes from here," replied
Lilly, grateful for the question and trying to meet his averted glance.
He withdrew quite a disk of silver watch, reading it carefully.
"We're already on the way seven and a quarter minutes," he said.
"Albert," she began, "there is something I want to—ought to—tell you—first—"
"Albert, close that window next to you."