They had reached the small door of the office of the garage. A
notice on the glass directed them to "Push."

Cora put both hands to the portal, and it swung back. She almost
stumbled into the room.

"We would like to see some one who will teach us how to run an
auto," she began. "I know something of one, but I have a new kind."

The three girls drew back.

"A nice, agreeable, elderly gentleman!" whispered Belle to Cora.

Cora could not repress a smile.

Instead of the "story-book machinist," a handsome young lad stood
before them, smiling at their discomfiture.

"What is it?" he asked in a pleasant voice, and Cora noticed how
white and even his teeth were.

"We--er--I--that is, we--I want to learn some points about my new
car," she stammered. "It's a--"

"I understand," replied the handsome chap. "I will be very glad to
show you. Just step this way, please," and, with a little bow, he
motioned to them to follow him into the semi-dark machine shop back
of the office.