"And the rose leaves——"
"Aha!" with a cheerful smile, "you caught the fragrance too, did you, my boy?"
Loop.
Except for the rumble of the car wheels, silence reigned for five minutes; the Major's meditations were finally interrupted by the appearance of Mr. Dide, camp-stool in hand. The new arrival had just taken his seat on the side next the Major when the old lady exclaimed in a shrill treble:
"Land sakes! I believe in my heart that crick is runnin' up hill."
Certainly from our level, and running in an opposite direction, the current had that appearance when looked at casually.
Mr. Dide turned toward the lady, stared, and addressed her:
"Begpahdon! But weally that is not phenomenal."
"Eh?"