"What will you do?"
"Oh, I do not know. I wish I had leather tires."
"I will take you to Sleeping Water, mademoiselle, if you wish."
"But I do not care to cause you that trouble," and she gazed mischievously and longingly up and down the road.
"It will not be a trouble," he said, gravely.
"Anything is a trouble that one does not enjoy."
"But there is duty, mademoiselle."
"Ah, yes, duty, dear duty," she said, making a face. "I have been instructed to love it, therefore I accept your offer. How fortunate for me that you happened to be driving by! Almost every one is haying. What shall we do with the wheel?"
"We can perhaps lash it on behind. I have some rope. No, it is too large. Well, we can at least wheel it to the post-office in Belliveau's Cove,—or stay, give me your wrench. I will take off the wheel, carry it to Meteghan River, and have it mended. I am going to Chéticamp to-night. To-morrow I will call for it and bring it to you."
"Oh, you are good,—I did not know that there is a repair shop at Meteghan River."