"Mam'selle Morey?" he said slowly; "and you——?"
"I'm Donelle Morey. I have Molly and the cart here. We can try, if you care to."
So Norval put his bags in the cart and stretched out his hand to help the girl.
"Thanks," she said; "I will ride beside Molly on the shaft."
"But—why, that's absurd, you know. The seat is wide enough for us both."
"I prefer the shaft."
The air, manner, and voice of the girl were proofs enough of Alice Lindsay's work, but Norval was determined to keep his own identity, for the time being, secret.
"I'm Richard Alton," he said, as the little creaking cart mounted the Right of Way.
"Good evening, Mr. Richard Alton," came the reply from the shaft. It was improbable that the slip of a girl sitting there was laughing at him, but the man on the seat had his doubts.
"I'm a painter," he added.