enough to go motoring."

"Say, rather, how he took up with her. Sid is much nicer than he used
to be, and they say his new six-cylinder is a beautiful car."

"So it is, my dear, but I prefer to select my chauffeur--the car
doesn't so much matter. Well, anyhow, Sid was very nice. He offered
to put in a new inner tube for me, and of course I wasn't going to
refuse. So Angelina and I sat in the shade, while poor Sid labored.
And the shoe was gummed on, so he had no easy task. But I will say
this for him--he didn't even once hint that there was a garage not
far off. Wasn't that nice?"

"Brave and noble Sid!"

"Yes, wasn't he, Bess? But I don't want to exhaust all my eloquence
and powers of description on a mere puncture."

"Oh, Cora! Did anything else happen?" and Bess, who had followed her
chum into the library of the Kimball home, sank down, almost
breathless once more, into the depths of a deep, easy chair.

"There you go again!" laughed Cora, laying aside her cap and veil.
"I'll have to pull you out of that, Bess, when you want to get up.
Why do you always select that particular chair, of all others?"

"It's so nice and soft, Cora. Besides, I can get up myself, thank
you," and, with an assumption of dignity that did not at all accord
with her plump and merry countenance and figure, Bess Robinson tried
to arise.