It spoils my fun to take in a passenger with all sails spread. Hello,
son, what are you stopping for? Oh, I see!"
It was Celia Birch beside whom the motor was bringing up with such a
sudden check to its speed. She had appeared at the corner of the street
and had instantly presented to the quick vision of Mr. Frederic Forester
a good and sufficient reason for coming to a stop.
"Please come with us!" urged that young man, jumping out. "We've been to
the house for you."
Celia put her hand to her head, "Just as I am?" she asked.
"Just as you are. That little _chapeau_ will stay on all right. If it
doesn't I'll lend you my cap. Will you keep me company in front? Father
has appropriated Miss Evelyn behind there."
Celia mounted to the seat, and they were off through the wide streets,
and presently away in the country, spinning along at a rate much faster
than either passenger realised. The machine was a fine one, operating
with so little fuss and fret that the speed it was capable of attaining
was not always appreciated.
"Oh, this is glorious, isn't it, Evelyn?" cried Celia, over her
shoulder.
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