"Yes, and isn't it a shame mother won't let you go out in it
to-night?" spoke Jack as he joined his sister at the window. "If
they had only unpacked it a little earlier--it's too bad not to have
a run in it while it's fresh. But," he concluded with a sigh, "I
suppose I'll have to push it back in the shed."

"Yes," assented Cora, also sighing. "But mother must be humored,
and if she insists that I shall not take a trial spin after dark,
I'll simply have to wait until daylight. Jack, you're a dear! I know
perfectly well that you influenced mother to give me this," and Cora
brushed her flushed a cheek against Jack's bronzed face.

"Well, I know a little sister when I see one," replied the lad; "and
though she may want to drive a motor-car, she's all right, for all
that," and Jack rather awkwardly slipped his arm around his sister's
waist again, for she did seem a "little sister" to him, even if she
was considered quite a young lady by others.

"Girls coming up to-night?" asked Jack after a pause, during which
they both had been silently admiring the car and its graceful lines.

"I don't know," replied Cora. "They haven't heard about my new
auto, or they'd be sure to come."

"Let's run over and tell them," proposed Jack.

Cora thought for a moment. She had plans for the evening, but they
did not include Jack.