“I’d like a big hammer,” said Harries meaningly. “Anyhow, be a sport and take Florence along. She reckons she can show me, but she doesn’t know the first thing about a wheel.”
“I know all Ted knows,” Florence rejoined. “If he’d let me help, the engine would start, but he gets mad and throws things about. A man ought to be calm.”
“Well, I won’t give Ted the hammer, but you had better get on board. You see, our train won’t wait.”
“Then, start your car. I’m not going!”
“I sure like Florence, but she’s blamed obstinate,” Harries remarked.
“Jump up, Florence,” said Alison. “You can’t help and you embarrass Ted.”
“Ted ought to be embarrassed,” Florence rejoined. “He bothered me to go to the lake, and if he’s forced to wheel me he’s got to take me home.”
Austin started the car and smiled.
“Florence is a sport. All she really wants is to see Ted out. If they don’t arrive soon, you must send the garage boys along for them, Carrie.”
Although the trail was uneven, he drove faster. The red sunset melted and the plain got blue and dim. Elevator towers began to cut the sky and silver beams from locomotive lamps pierced the gloom. After a time, the lights got dazzling and bells tolled. One saw rows of houses and dark wheat cars. The automobile bumped across the rail, and Kit’s holiday was over.