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.

The young mechanic at once set to work. The young girl walked apart
silently until the wheel was restored to its axle. But to her surprise a
different horse was led forward to be harnessed.

"We thought your horse wasn't safe in case of another accident," said
the first man, with the same smileless consideration. "This one wouldn't
cut up if he was harnessed to an earthquake or a worse driver than
you've got."

It occurred to her instantly that the more obvious remedy of sending
another driver had been already discussed and rejected by them. Yet,
when her own driver appeared a moment afterwards, she ascended to her
seat with some dignity and a slight increase of color.

"I am very much obliged to you all," she said, without glancing at the
young inventor.

"Don't mention it, miss."

"Good afternoon."