He still sat, without starting his team, thinking the surprising matter over, when the automobile turned the curve in the road and struck better going.
“Well!” ejaculated Agnes, “I only hope he stays there till that snake comes out of the bushes again and climbs into his cart.”
“My! how disagreeable you can be,” returned Neale, laughing. “I don’t believe you’ll get your wish, however.”
“I’m glad we didn’t run over that snake,” declared Mrs. Heard, nodding her head. “I’m opposed to killing any dumb creature.”
“Then,” suggested Dot, earnestly, “you must be like Mr. Seneca Sprague.”
“Me? Like Seneca Sprague?” gasped the lady, yet rather amused. “I like that!”
“Why, how can that be, Dot?” asked Ruth, rather puzzled herself, for Seneca Sprague was a queer character who was thought by most Milton people to be a little crazy.
“Why, he’s a vegetablearian. And Mrs. Heard must be,” announced Dot, confidently, “if she doesn’t believe in killing dumb beasts.”
“There’s logic for you!” exclaimed Neale. “Score one for Dot.”
The lady laughed heartily. “I suppose I ought to be a ‘vegetablearian’ if I’m not,” she said. “I dunno as I could worship beasts the way some of the ancients did; but I don’t believe in killing them unnecessarily.”