Rotund little man, long nose, enormous bag. The peddler. "Stop here," she said. The driver needed no coaxing.
"I was grateful," he said. "But we're even now, lady. There won't be any charge." And away he went.
"Hello, there," she said.
"Hello," said the peddler.
"I made up my mind."
"Naturally."
"What did you say?"
"Naturally, my dear lady. They always do. You've decided you'd had enough of adventure, right?"
"Well—y-yes."