“She's very peculiar,” Cynthia sighed. “The smallest things almost drive her insane. The rain is over; don't you think we could go some other way and avoid the creek?”
“Why, yes, we could drive back to the Hillcrest road, but it would take two hours longer.”
“Well, we would have to wait here that long wouldn't we?”
“Yes, it's six of one and half a dozen of the other,” he smiled. “If you'd rather be in the buggy and on the move, why, we can start.”
“I think I had,” she said.
“All right; you are the doctor,” he laughed. “I'll get Jack out and have him hitched to the buggy in a minute.”
XVII
THE sun—and it had never seemed to shine so brightly before—had been up about half an hour when the couple drove up to Porter's gate.