Mr. Carlton had placed Mary in the wagon, and carefully arranged her shawls that she might rest easily.  Frank quietly seated himself, and drove on.

“I shall not exert myself in the least to entertain you, so you need not expect it; for having very politely told me you did not desire my company, I shall not disturb you with my chatter, I promise you, and take this opportunity to inform you that my tympanums are at your service the remainder of the day.”

He glanced over his shoulder at the frail form nearly buried beneath the weight of shawls and cloaks wrapt about her.  She smiled, and laid her head on her arm:  as she did so, he, looking at her, failed to perceive a large stone in the track, and the wheels passing directly over it caused the wagon to jolt most unmercifully.

Florence was just in the rear, and, unable to control her mirth, laughed outright as Frank and Mary bounced up and down; and, riding up to them, merrily asked “if Mary duly appreciated her good fortune in having so careful and scientific a driver?”

Not a little amused, yet scarce able to laugh, the latter replied that “she did indeed congratulate herself on the change of drivers, as she would not have survived the day had it been otherwise.”

Frank joined heartily in their merriment.

“Miss Hamilton,” said he, “if you only knew what caused me to overlook that unfortunate stone, you would be more lenient in your criticisms.”

“I am very sure you will adduce every possible reason in your own favor, sir, and therefore feel no sympathy for your carelessness,” she retorted.

“Really you make me out as incorrigible a self-excuser as the heroine of Miss Edgeworth’s juvenile tales; though even she chanced upon a good excuse occasionally.  Come, try me, and see what I can urge in my own defense.”

“Well, then, I ask you, a la Godfrey, what you were thinking of when you, who had an ailing lady in your cart, drove directly over the largest rock you have seen in a week?”

“In the first place, I did not see it.  You need not look quite so incredulous; I assure you I did not.”

“That is very evident, but no excuse at all.  Pray, where were your eyes?”

“Where nature intended them to be, I suppose.”

“Nonsense! why didn’t you use them?”

“Because I have not the faculty of looking two ways at once, like Brahma; and my optics were irresistibly drawn in an opposite direction.”

“A truce to all such excuses!”

“Patience, Miss Florence, hear me only once more.  The reason is, that I was looking at your cousin over there, and calculating the chances of her surviving suffocation.”

“There is certainly some danger.  Pray, Mary, why wrap up so closely?  AEolus has closed the mouth of his cave, and the warring winds are securely pent in their prison.”

“Are you not very much edified Miss Mary?  I should beg pardon for such a waste of time and talk, if I were not aware that