B. M. Bower

“ He let the creams lope in the harness all the way to the depot, excusing himself on the plea that the time was short; the fact was, Chip wanted the agony over as soon as possible; nothing so wears a man’s patients as to have a disagreeable duty drag. At the depot he drove around to the back where freight was unloaded, with the explanation that the creams were afraid of the train—and the fact of that matter was, that Chip was afraid Dr. Cecil might greet the Little Doctor with a kiss—he’d be a fool if he didn’t—and Chip did not want to witness the salute. ”

“ Don’t you think we’d have been pretty well smashed up, both of us, by the time we got to the bottom of that gully, there? A runaway horse is a nasty thing to meet, let me tell you—especially when it’s as scared as Banjo was. They won’t turn out; they just go straight ahead, and let the other fellow get out of the way if he can.”
“I—I thought you did it just for a joke,” said the Little Doctor, weakly. “I told Cecil you did it to frighten me, and Cecil said——”
“I don’t think you need to tell me what Cecil said,” Chip remarked, with the quiet tone that made one very uncomfortable. ”

“ And some day we’ll take a lunch and go prowling around down in the Bad Lands—you’ll have to go, so we won’t get lost—and we’ll have Len Adams and Rena and the schoolma’am over here often, and—oh, my brain just buzzes with plans. ”