Cicely shook her head. "No," she said. "To speak truly, I should rather
be here. We used to go a good deal to the seashore, but this is the first
time that I ever really lived in the country, and it is so charming I
would not lose a day of it, and there cannot be very many more days of
it, anyway."
"Why not?" asked Ralph.
"I am now copying chapter twenty-seventh of the doctor's book, and there
are only thirty-one in all. And as to his other work, that will not
occupy me very long."
Ralph was about to ask a question, but, instead, he involuntarily grasped
one of the little gloved hands that held the reins.
"Pull that," he said quickly. "You must always turn to the right when you
meet a vehicle."
Cicely obeyed, but when they had passed a wagon, drawn by a team of oxen,
she said, "But there was more room on the other side."
"That may be," replied Ralph, with a laugh, "but when you are driving,
you must not rely too much on your reason, but must follow rules and
tradition."
"If I knew as much about driving as I like it," said she, "I should be a
famous whip.
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