"You're not feeling well, daddy ?" "Not extra," he answered.

"But it's nothing to bother about.

I thought I'd rest a few minutes." He patted her in shy expression of gratitude for her little attention.

It is not strange that Del overvalued the merit of these trivial attentions of hers when they were valued thus high by her father, who longed for proofs of affection and, because of his shyness and silence, got few.
"Hey, Del! Hurry up! Get into your hat and dust-coat!" was now heard, in Arthur's voice, from the drive to the left of the lawns.
Hiram's glance shifted to the direction of the sound.

Arthur was perched high in a dogcart to which were attached two horses, one before the other.