“The man seems very glad to get his oxen again,” said Miss Anne.
“His steers,” said Lucy. “He said they were steers.”
“Yes,” added Royal; “but he need not have thanked me so much for stopping his steers; I did not think of doing him any good,—but only of keeping them from running against the carryall.”
Lucy here kneeled up upon the seat, and put her head out at the side of the carryall, where the curtain had been rolled up, and looked back to see what they were doing.
“How do they get along, Lucy?” said Royal.
“Why, the man has got the hay cart out in the road, and the oxen and the wheels too.”
“The hay rack, you mean,” said Royal.
“Yes,” said Lucy, “that great thing like a cage, which tumbled off. Now the man is holding it up, and the boy is backing the oxen so as to get the wheels under it. Do you think you could have backed the oxen, Royal, if his boy had not come?”
“Yes,” said Royal, “I could have backed them, I have no doubt.”
“There was one thing,” said Miss Anne, “that I noticed, that was singular.”