My wife was pretty well bruized up that time you upset
our milk waggon."
_It was indeed he_! But he was not unpleasant about it,
although remarking that if he had a daughter and a machine,
although he had niether, and expected niether, the one would
never be allowed to have the other until carefully taught on an
emty road.
He then said:
"You girls have been wig-wagging, I see."
"We are studying flag signals."
"Humph!" he observed. "I used to know something about that
myself, in the Spanish war. Now let's see what I remember. Watch
this. And somebody keep an eye on that hill and report if a blue
calico dress is charging from the enemies' Trenches."
It was very strange to see one who apeared to be but an
ordinary Farmer, Or Milkman, pick up our flags and wave them
faster than we could read them. It was indeed thrilling,
although discouraging, because if that was the regular rate of
Speed we felt that we could never acheive it. I remarked this,
and he then said:
"Work hard at it, and I reckon I can slip over now and then
and give you a lesson. Any girl that can drive an automobile
hell-bent" (these are his words, not mine) "can do most anything
she sets her mind on.
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