Upon the seat of the buggy was a small boy.

Thankful merely glanced at the boy; her interest just then centered upon the fact that the captain was, or apparently had been, using her horse and buggy without her knowledge or consent.

She certainly had no objection to his so using it, but it was most unlike him to do so.
"Good mornin', ma'am," he hailed, cheerfully.

His eyes were twinkling and he appeared to be in high good humor.
"Why, good mornin', Cap'n," said Thankful.

"I--you--you're goin' somewhere, I should judge." The captain shook his head.