She sat quite still, as if we were only out on a commonplace little jaunt.

I wondered if she didn't have the spirit of adventure in her make-up, also.

Girls do, sometimes.

When I had got in again, I turned to her, remembering something.
"Gadzooks, madam! I command you not to scream," I quoted sternly.
At that, for the first time in our acquaintance, she laughed; such a delicious, rollicky little laugh that I felt ready, at the sound, to face a dozen fathers and they all old Kings.
As we came chugging up to the house, several faces appeared in the doorway as if to welcome and scold the runaway.

I saw old King with his pipe in his mouth; and there were Aunt Lodema and Weaver.