"No; but I ran it up from the garage for her. It's a fine, up-
to-date car, and now that sis has it she's as happy as a kitten
lapping up sweet cream."

"And she's as plucky as--um--what shall I say? I never saw any one
manage a car better than she did the day the brake wouldn't work and
they nearly ran into the train. I declare, when I saw her dive
through that gap in the fence and steer toward me through the pond,
I felt like yelling. I was almost frozen stiff. Couldn't do a thing
but look on."

"And sis thawed you out with a mud bath," said Jack. "Oh, Cora's
all right, even if I am her brother."

"She certainly is a star, if I may be pardoned the expression. Well,
here's where I'm going to leave you. I've got to stop at the
post-office. People have gotten into the habit lately, and a mean
habit it is, of mailing me bills about the first of the month. One
would think they might let a fellow have a vacation from that sort
of thing once in a while."

"Oh, I get mine, too. And this month they're rather heavier than
usual, as it's Cora's birthday."

"There's Sid," suddenly remarked Ed, pointing down the road to where
Sidney Wilcox was coming around a turn, walking slowly.

"Yes, and I guess he gets his bills, too."