"Don't put on quite so much speed," begged Isabel. "I'm so--"

"Now please don't say you're nervous," interrupted Cora.

"But I am."

"Well, you needn't be. I know how to run the car."

"Of course, since Paul showed her," put in Elizabeth.

The speed was a trifle too fast for an inexperienced hand at the
wheel, but Cora grasped the wooden circlet firmly, and with a keen
look ahead prepared for the descent of a rather steep hill.

Coming up the grade were a number of autos, containing Chelton
folks, who had been to the depot with early city commuters. Chelton
was a great place for commuters and autos.

"Please don't put on any more speed, Cora," again begged Isabel,
leaning over toward the front seat. "This is such a steep hill."

"All right, I won't," and Cora placed her foot more firmly on the
brake pedal, while she was ready to grasp the emergency lever
quickly, in case anything happened.

"Oh, there's Ida!" suddenly cried Elizabeth as a small runabout
loomed up in front of them.

"And Sid Wilcox. I wonder what she finds interesting in that--that