Angela set her mouth stubbornly. "Other people will probably come along and do something for her," she said. "There may be a dozen wagons along here before night."
"We can't be sure that even one will pass; this road is not much travelled," said Ida.
"She must take her chances, then." Angela's tone was cool. "Come, do get in, and let us drive on, Ida. We have wasted too much time already."
Ida hesitated. Her gaze wandered from Angela to the sick woman, whose head had fallen forward again. Then her face brightened suddenly. "The cart!" she said. "Why did I not think of it before? I can get her into that cart; it will be quite large enough if I take out all those things."
"But what good will that do?" asked Angela. "How will she be any better off in the cart?"
"I can pull it, and take her to Edgerton in that way."
"Ida!" Angela almost shrieked.
"Yes, I can, and I will, unless," and she smiled winningly, "you will allow me to put the cart behind the phaeton? Then Prince can pull us all."
"Well, I suppose I can do that much," said Angela, reluctantly; "but how will we look!"
"We needn't care for that. People who want to laugh can do so."