"Yes, it's down the road."
"Maybe I might go and lend a hand," he suggested and she answered quick to that:
"No, it's not necessary. They can fix it themselves," then she added, after a minute, "I've telephoned for someone to come for me and if the car's really broken we can tow it back."
That seemed so straight and natural that Hines began to get less curious, still he wanted to know who she was and tried to find out.
"You come a long ride if you come from Longwood," he said.
But he didn't get any satisfaction, for she answered:
"Is it a long way there?"
"About a hundred and eighteen miles by the turnpike—a good bit shorter by the Firehill Road, but that's pretty bad after these rains.
"Most of the roads are bad, I suppose," she said, as if she wasn't thinking of her words.
They were silent for a bit, then he tried again: