"Oh, no, never," said Mary. "I'd do hexactly as I was told by 'im I loved. I don't believe in a woman 'angin' on a man and tellin' 'im to do this or that!"
And just then a mighty fine stretch of road opened before them, and Bob, half a mile in front, turned his car loose at the top speed. Geordie put his on the third, and Mary squealed.
"Hush your row, my dear," said Geordie. "Why, bless me, what's the matter with the girl!"
She had him tight by the neck.
"Oh, I'm frightened, Mr. Smith. Don't go so fast," she screamed.
"Lemme go," gasped Geordie, whom she was nearly strangling. "Lemme go, girl!"
"Never, never!" said Mary, settling on him tighter still. "Stop, stop!"
"I won't," said Geordie. "D'ye think I'll let that young un get away from me?"
"You must," screamed Mary, "or I'll get out."
"Then get out," said Geordie, rudely.