"Now drink every sip of this," commanded Adele, as she turned on
the lights and fetched Cora a steaming cup of the very best Grotto
Hyson. "There is nothing for shaken nerves better than perfectly
fresh tea, and, you see, we make it without soaking the leaves."

"It is delightful," said Cora, sipping the savory draught. "I
must learn how to make tea this way - it is so different from the
home-brewed variety."

Gertrude sat close to the reclining girl. "Is there nothing I can
do, Cora?" she asked. "No message I can send?"

"Yes," whispered Cora; "you can manage to get the girls out of
here before you and I leave for the night. I want to use the
telephone privately."

Gertrude understood. She had not been a roommate with Cora
Kimball for two years without knowing something of her
temperament. She pressed her friend's hand gently, then said loud
enough for the others to hear:

"We will soon have to get our machines under cover. Tillie says
her grandfather has all sorts of sheds over around his country
place. In fact, he has a regular shed-farm. Cora, I am just
dying to try running a motor. Would you trust me to get the
Whirlwind in the shed safely?"

"Of course I would, Gertrude," and Cora jumped up from the wicker
divan. "I would suggest that some one go along, though - perhaps