"
"You're a funny girl," George said gently. "But your voice sounds
pretty nice when you think and talk along together like that!"
The horse shook himself all over, and the impatient sleighbells made
his wish audible. Accordingly, George tightened the reins, and the
cutter was off again at a three-minute trot, no despicable rate of
speed. It was not long before they were again passing Lucy's
Beautiful House, and here George thought fit to put an appendix to his
remark. "You're a funny girl, and you know a lot--but I don't believe
you know much about architecture!"
Coming toward them, black against the snowy road, was a strange
silhouette. It approached moderately and without visible means of
progression, so the matter seemed from a distance; but as the cutter
shortened the distance, the silhouette was revealed to be Mr. Morgan's
horseless carriage, conveying four people atop: Mr. Morgan with
George's mother beside him, and, in the rear seat, Miss Fanny Minafer
and the Honorable George Amberson. All four seemed to be in the
liveliest humour, like high-spirited people upon a new adventure; and
Isabel waved her handkerchief dashingly as the cutter flashed by them.
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