"Ye didn't know me, eh? Well, where in the name of all creation was ye goin' with Jerry?"
"Merely for a drive. I didn't want to sit in the waggon with the young men at the station staring at me, so I thought I would drive around for a while until you came back. That was all."
"H'm, so that was the way of it, eh? But I do admire ye'r pluck. The way ye walloped me was sartinly wonderful, an' you only a slip of a gal at that."
"I'm used to taking care of myself, Mr. Andrews. In fact, I like an adventure once in a while, for it adds a little spice to life."
"Sure, sure, ye'r right, Miss. Guess we must be somethin' alike as fer's that's consarned."
"And you are fond of adventure, too; of real exciting experiences?" the girl eagerly asked.
"Yes; it's meat an' drink to me."
"But you don't find much adventure on a quiet farm, do you?"
"Adventure! Well, I guess ye don't know Ash Pint yit. Why, my old farm is so light that I have to keep it anchored down fer fear it'll go up like a balloon."
"Oh!"