“Alas, how true,” remarked Maurice, holding a tight rein. “These fellows want to run. They are feeling their oats to-day.”
“I never saw you drive anything but a car, Maury.”
“Didn’t you? When I was a kid I used to ride everything on the place, with or without a saddle. A boy brought up in the country has a pretty good chance for a fine time.”
“Some way I never thought of you as brought up in the country.”
“I would call ours a country place, wouldn’t you?”
“I suppose so; but you are so close to villages and towns. It isn’t like our ranches.”
“No, that’s so; but I like it all the better. Suzanne, are your feet warm with that little heater?”
“I’m all right, Maury; but my breath freezes when I talk! Please step on the gas!”
Ann laughed at Suzanne’s comical tone. This was just what Ann liked, though she felt of her nose occasionally, from habit, she told Maurice.
“I suppose that you do have it a good deal colder than this in Montana.”