Read the excerpt from "A Century Ride.”Lizzie Dunlop patted the small lady’s shoulder soothingly. "There, there, little iceberg,” she said, "let it all be buried! It’s forgotten. You shall never be worried about it again. You are here to enjoy every moment of your holiday, and to tell me the news of civilization, and to take rides across the prairie. What a blessing we have a decent road for the velocipede—I beg pardon—bicycle! You must have lots of grit to mount that scary machine; and—oh! Maude! How can you want to be a surgeon? I should die if I saw a man cut up and mangled; but you are a marvel!”