one of the chauffeurs and they will be ready for you."

"Send word to who?"

"The chauffeur, the man who is driving."

"Is he mine, too?"

"Yes; you have two men."

"What'll I do with two?"

"One will be on duty a certain number of hours, and then the other
takes his place."

"Oh--" She was quiet for a time. "Can I take them anywhere I want to?"

"Certainly. They are yours."

"Then, I know what I'll do! I'll take the old ladies for a ride!
Wouldn't Mis' Graham love it, and old Grandma Perkins--we could
bundle her up; and Barbara might even ferget her teeth."

Drusilla settled back among the cushions and mused upon the joy she
could give with this new wonder machine that was hers to do with as
she wished, and the frightened look died from her face and a happy
smile seemed trying to crowd the wrinkles from the corners of her
mouth. She said nothing more for a long time; then:

"Are we goin' very fast, Mr. Thornton?"