"Then I can't take out the machine to-night, mother dear?" asked
Cora after dinner.

"Not to-night, daughter. I know you can run a car, but this is a
new one, and I would feel better to have you give it a test run in
daylight. You must get the man at the garage to show you all about
it. Do you like it very much, Cora?"

"Like it! Oh, mother, I perfectly love it! I can scarcely believe
it is all mine--that Jack has no mortgage on it and that it's my
very own."

"I don't know about that," put in Jack. "A fine car like that is
rather a dangerous thing for a handsome young lady of seventeen
summers, and some incidental winters, to go sporting about in. Some
one else may get a mortgage on it, and want to foreclose."

"Now, I don't tease you, Jack," objected his, sister, "and a girl
has just as much right to tease a boy as a boy has to tease a girl."

"Goodness me! You don't call that teasing, do you? The girls have
all the rights now. But help yourself! I'm not particular. Did you
say I was to call at the Robinsons' at nine?"

"No, nine-thirty."

"Oh, exactly. Well, I'll try to be there. You might make it a
point not to be waiting on the drive for me. A fellow wants to get a
look at a girl like Bess once in a while--just for practice, you
know."