The Grael in a Back Yard in Yakima

"I must say that you two have chosen a fine pastoral scene!" observed
Mr. Boltwood.

"Hhhhhhhhow did you get here?" gasped Claire.

"Auto 'bus over Blewett Pass, train here from Ellensburg. That
woman--everything all right?"

"Yes, everything's fine. We were just starting back, sir," implored
Milt.

"Huh!"

"Awfully sorry, sir, to take Claire on such a hike----"

"I don't blame you particularly. When that young woman gets an idea into
her head, the rest of us are pawns. Why, even me--she's dragged me all
over the Rocky Mountains. And I will admit, Claire, that it's been good
for me. But I begin to feel human again, and I think it's about time I
took charge. We'll catch the afternoon train for Seattle, Claire. The
trip has been extremely interesting, but I think perhaps we'll call it
enough. Daggett, want to get you to drive the Gomez on to Seattle. Beach
tells me your car is completely wrecked. Lose any money in it?"

"No, sir. Had my roll in the bug. I'll have to go back to it and get
some clothes out of it, though."

"Well, then, will you drive my car in? Charge me anywhere up to fifty
dollars, if you want to----"

"I'd rather not----"

"It's a perfectly honest job--I'd do it, too quick! Or if your
confounded pride won't let you charge anything, bring the car on anyway.
Come, dolly, I have a jitney here, please observe my graceful use of
'jitney,' and I have the bags. We'll hustle to the station now. No! No
arguments, chick!"