How many minutes will it take you, Mr.Irish, to have that team here, for us ?" Irish turned red.

He HAD thought of a rig, and he had thought of driving them himself, but he could not imagine how Miss Allen could possibly; have known his thoughts.

Then and there he knew who would occupy the other half of the front seat, in case he did really drive the team he had in mind.
"I told you she's a hustler," laughed Miss Hallman.

"She'll be raising bigger crops than you men--give her a year to get started.

Well, girls, come on, then." They turned abruptly away, and Irish was left to his accounting with the Happy Family.