"We may be caught any minute," he said. "Pen, let her come on in a cart."
"If you prefer it," said Penelope.
"My lady, I much prefer it," said the housekeeper.
Bob let the car go, and Geordie, coming on behind, pulled up to interview Miss Mackarness.
"Sooner than go in one a mile farther," she said, firmly, "I would lie down and die."
"That's silly, ma'am," said Geordie.
"I would rather live silly than die wise," replied Miss Mackarness. "I may be used to much and past surprises, but I can't stomach these cars."
They left her in the road. And now they drove fast, for Bob set the pace, and made it a rapid one.
"I say, Geordie," said Timothy, about twenty miles farther on, "don't you think you could go slower?"
"How can I, with the other car ahead, man?" demanded Geordie.