Sometimes a flowering bush of some sort broke the
general green with a huge spot of white or red flowers;
gradually those became fewer, and were lost sight of; but the
beautiful grass and the trees seemed to be unending. Then a
gray rock here and there began to show itself. Pony got
through his gallop, and subsided again to a waddling trot.
"This whip's the real thing," said the young driver,
displaying and surveying it as he spoke; "that _is_ a whip now,
fit for a man to use."
"A man wouldn't use it as you do," said Daisy. "It is cruel."
"That's what _you_ think. I guess you'd see papa use a whip once
in a while."
"Besides, you came along too fast to see anything."
"Well, I told you I was going to the church, and we hadn't
time to go slowly. What did you come for?"
"I suppose I came for some diversion," said Daisy, with a
sigh.
"Ain't Loupe a splendid little fellow?"
"Very; I think so."
"Why, Daisy, what ails you? there is no fun in you to-day.
What's the matter?"
"I am concerned about something. There is nothing the matter."
"Concerned about Loupe, eh!"
"I am not thinking about Loupe. Oh, Ransom! stop him; there's
Nora Dinwiddie; I want to get out.
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