she and Stephen go for a short ride. Yes, really you must, my dear," she
added, turning to the girl beside her. "Our car is at the door, it's not
at all a bad afternoon, and the outing will be just what you need."

"Thank you, Mrs. Dunn," said Caroline, gratefully. "I should like to.
Indeed, I should. But we have been expecting a business call from Mr.
Graves, father's lawyer, and--"

"Oh, come on, Sis!" interrupted Stephen. "I'm dying to get out of this
jail. Let old Graves wait, if he comes. We won't be long; and, besides,
it's not certain that he is coming to-day. Come on!"

"I'm afraid I ought not, Steve. Mr. Graves may come, and--and it seems
too bad to trouble our friends--"

"It's not trouble, it's pleasure," urged Mrs. Dunn. "Malcolm will be
delighted. It was his idea. Wasn't it?" turning to her son.

"Oh, yes! certainly," replied the young gentleman. "Hope you'll come,
Caroline. And you, of course, Steve. The blessed machine's been off its
feed for a week or more, but Peter says he thinks it's all right again.
We'll give it a try-out on the Drive. Hope we have better luck than my
last," with a laugh. "They nabbed us for speeding, and I had to promise
to be a good boy or to be fined. Said we were hitting it at fifty an
hour. We WERE going some, that's a fact. Ha! ha!"

"But he won't be reckless when you're with him, Caroline," put in his
mother. "You will go? That's so nice! As for Mr. Graves, I'll explain if
he comes. Oh, no! I'M not going! I shall remain here in this comfortable
chair and rest until you return. It's exactly what my physician orders,