It was a manner that had been used, ages back, by the lordly driver of the present truck, when he had formed alliances with drivers of horse-drawn vehicles.

He recognized it as such and turned to regard the courtier with feigned austerity.
"Hello, kid!" he said, with permitting severity.

But secretly he rejoiced.

Now he was really old.
* * * * * Winona viewed the latest avocation of her charge with little enthusiasm.
It compelled a certain measure of her difficult respect, especially when she beheld him worm his truck through crowded River Street with a supreme disregard for the imminent catastrophe--which somehow never ensued.

But it lacked gentility.