"I hope you will be able to do something with it," she said sweetly,
appealing directly to him. "I should thank you SO MUCH."
He did not reply. Presently he looked up to the man who had brought her
to the shanty, and said, "The axle's strained, but it's safe for five or
six miles more of this road. I'll put the wheel on easily." He paused,
and without glancing at her, continued, "You might send her on by the
cart."
"Pray don't trouble yourselves," interrupted the young girl, with a pink
uprising in her cheeks; "I shall be quite satisfied with the buggy as
it stands. Send her on in the cart, indeed! Really, they were a rude
set--ALL of them."
Without taking the slightest notice of her remark, the man replied
gravely to the young mechanic, "Yes, but we'll be wanting the cart
before it can get back from taking her."
"Her" again. "I assure you the buggy will serve perfectly well--if
this--gentleman--will only be kind enough to put on the wheel again,"
she returned hotly.
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