Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 180: what you’re looking at

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172 THE WALKING WAS GOOD. . this journey for the most part after night, and the mountains rear themselves beyond the second valley like a barrier. Not one of the little company falters, though Bob crawls out while the driver is giving his horses a couple ot minutes’ rest, and asks numerous questions concerning the road ahead, and the probability of their reaching Gordonville in sound condition. Then away they go again. ) Down into the second valley they descend, and here the shadows of night begin to overwhelm them. It is a romantic spot—so weird, so wild, and Gypsy, whose soul is that of a child of nature, draws great breaths of inspiration as she watches, and cannot be influenced to take her head away from the window of the carriage. While Bob was bargaining for the vehicle the thoughtful Senator had dodged irto a convenient bakery, and quickly emerged bearing a mysterious bundle, which he now produces, showing a loaf of bread, butter, and various triumphs of the baker’s skill at cake making as practiced by the _profes- sional at Fayette. They have much fun over the disposal of this won- derful lot of crullers and rolls and currant cakes, but it answers fairly the demand for a supper, and they are not in a condition to quarrel. ‘This is quite romantic, ’’ declares Joe, enthusiastic- ally. ‘Only requires the sudden stoppage of the vehicle and the appearance of fierce brigands at the windows to make us think we are in Spain or Italy,’’ says Bob. Gomichooksscom