and buggy a great deal

"Is sort of funny," commented John McGlynn sympathetically. "But everything goes out here." Nan, aghast at the uncanny perspicacity of the man, choked silently. In her world there had always been a sort of vague, unexpressed feeling that the "lower classes" were dull. They used the horse and buggy a great deal. It was delivered at the hotel door every morning and taken from the same place every evening. Innumerable errands downtown for things forgotten kept it busy. At night they returned to the hotel pretty well tired out. It was a tremendous task, much as they might be enjoying it. "Seems to me the more we do the worse it gets," said Keith. "Let's dig some sort of a hole and move in anyway." "In a few days," agreed Nan, who as general-in-chief had a much clearer idea of the actual state of affairs than the dusty private. Chapter 10 One morning the accumulated fatigue had its way, and they overslept scandalously. It was after ten o'clock before they were ready to drive up the street. As they turned the corner from Kearney Street they were saluted by the ringing of numerous bells. "Why, it's Sunday!" cried Keith, after a moment's calculation. In the unexpectedness of this discovery he reined in the horse. "It will never do to work to-day," she answered his unspoken thought. "I suppose we ought to go to church." But Keith turned the horse's head to the left. "Church?" he returned with great decision. "We're going on a spree. This is a day of rest, and we've earned it." "Where?" asked Nan, a trifle shocked at his implication as to church. "I haven't the remotest idea," said Keith. They drove along a plank road leading out of town. It proved to be thronged with people, all going in the same direction. The shuffle of their feet on the planks and the murmur of their many voices were punctuated by the _klop, klop_ of hoofs and occasional shouts of laughter.