“No thanky, lady. I got mahty po’ feet for them hills.”
“What do you propose to do?”
“Ain’t nothin’ tew dew but wait fo’ somebody to come along.”
“When will that be?”
“Along todes mawnin’ they ought to be somebody along, milkman or somethin’.”
“Cheerful!” said Marie Louise.
“Batt’ries kind o’ sick, tew, looks lahk. I was engaged by the houah, remember,” the driver reminded them as he clambered back to his place, put his feet up on the dashboard and let his head roll into a position of ease.
The dimming lights waned and did not wax. By and by they went where lights go when they go out. There was no light now except the moonset, shimmering mistily across the tree-tops of the rotunda of the forest, just enough to emphasize the black of the well they were in.