Cora speeded the motor up a bit, glanced behind to see that the
tonneau door was securely fastened, and then pulled the speed lever
and threw in the clutch. The car started forward as smoothly as if
Paul himself were at the wheel.

Elizabeth's hand flew to her hat, which tilted backward in the wind.
They had not yet secured their motor "togs," and regulation hats
were so difficult to manage.

"Oh, isn't this glorious!" cried Isabel.

"Every one is looking at us," announced Elizabeth.

"Now I wonder which road Jack and Walter took?" said Cora as she
swung the car around a curve in good style. "I heard Jack say he was
going for some fishing-tackle."

"Perhaps they went to Arden," ventured Isabel.

"Maybe. Well, we'll take a nice little spin down the turnpike,"
decided Cora as she threw in the high gear, the cogs grinding on
each other rather alarmingly.

"Gracious! What's that?" asked Elizabeth.

"Only the gears," replied Cora calmly. "I hope I didn't strip them,
but I might have done that changing a little better. I wasn't quite
quick enough."

The car was going rather fast now.