"It would be interesting to know what was," remarked Robert with humor so dry that apparently it choked him; he fell to coughing huskily.
Miss Sapphira gave him a look while he was struggling in his second paroxysm. It healed him by suggestion.
"Turn," said Miss Sapphira with becoming gravity. Robert, still under the influence of her thought-wave, solemnly drove her from the scene.
When the last buckle was clasped—"I came out here for a quiet peaceable fishing," said Simon.
"I've spent my time hunting horses, and being afraid something might happen to Fran."
"Mr. Ashton took care of me," Fran said reassuringly.
Simon cried explosively, "And who took care of him?" He climbed in beside Fran and begrudgingly offered Abbott the imaginary space of a third occupant; but Abbott declared his preference for strolling.
"This has been a hard day for my heart," Simon grumbled, as he snatched up the whip vindictively.
The buggy rolled away.
"Mine, too," Abbott called after them emphatically.