The houses commenced to appear at more frequent intervals now, and took on a character a little different from the old weather-grayed dwellings of the open country. There showed a white, slim church spire above the trees.
“Scarborough,” said Archie, and made the horn speak.
“You’ll be careful?” she asked. “Through the village——”
“Honk! honk!” This for a couple of children, who, starting to run across the road, doubled back like rabbits. Miss Herron caught just a glimpse of their white faces, and the end of their father’s torrent of imprecation. Now it was the horse of a baker’s wagon that climbed the bank by the roadside in two leaps and pranced shiveringly. Some boys cheered and then flung stones.
“Dear me!” ejaculated Miss Herron. “I rather hope we’ll meet nobody I know.”
“The sheriff himself couldn’t stop us now.”
“But——”
“Honk! honk!”
“Oh, Mr. Fraser!” They missed by a foot a carriage that was beginning slowly to turn around, and was nearly straight across the road when Archie twitched the automobile aside as if it was a polo pony.
“The stupid creatures!” cried Miss Herron, indignantly, when her heart commenced to beat again, “to block the way!”