"Will you get in, miss?" said the driver, when the last box was placed.
"I'll get up, if you please."
"Shall I give you a leg up, miss?"
"Thank you, no!" laughed Gay, scrambling up and sitting down in triumph beside the other passenger, a solemn-faced man, who looked like a prig and was one.
"You help yourself pretty well," said the driver, as he took the vacant place at Gay's side.
"A fellow soon gets used to helping himself," replied Gay, carelessly, though inwardly well pleased at the driver's compliment.
"Fellow!" repeated the driver, greatly amused at such boyish manners. "You're a gay one—and you're as spry as they come."
"I'm the best performer on the horizontal bar at my gymnasium."
"I shouldn't wonder if you was."