"Truly and really--if you're not afraid."

"What should I be afraid of?" Rosemary asked.

"I was talking nonsense. Get down, Paul, and put her into the tonneau.
You'd better sit by her, perhaps."

The chauffeur proceeded to obey, but when the child found herself being
tucked into a back seat of the car, she gave a little protesting cry.
"Oh, can't I sit in front with you?"

"Of course you can, if you like. Paul, wrap her up well in the rug. Now,
little one, we're going to start. I won't take you too fast."

He turned the car, and passing the Casino drove up the hill, taking the
direction of Mentone, when he had reached the top. He had not been over
this road before, as he had arrived by way of Nice yesterday; but he had
studied road maps, and knew both how and where he wished to go.

"Now," said he, driving carefully, "how do you like it?"

"Oh, it's wonderful!" answered Rosemary, with a rapt smile on her rosy
face.

"Have you ever motored before?"

She shook her head. "Never."

"Brave Baby."