"I thought you'd feel honored."
"I will!" exclaimed Betty. "But you will be careful; won't you, Mollie
dear?"
"Of course. I'm no more anxious to get into trouble than you are. Oh,
what did I do with my handkerchief?"
"It's up your sleeve," said Grace, indicating a bulge in Mollie's
sweater.
"Well, come on!" exclaimed the owner of the new car.
"She says it as though she were--going to--jail!" laughed Grace.
The demonstrator had alighted from the car, and was looking it over,
testing the tires with his hand.
"Is it all right, Mr. Ransom?" asked Mollie, a bit anxiously. "Is
anything the matter?"
"Not a thing, Miss Billette," he replied. "It is in perfect order. And
I'm sure you can run it alone very easily. You have had a number of
lessons, and you learned very quickly."
"If only I remember to let out my clutch before I change gears," Mollie
murmured.
"Oh, you'll remember that," returned the chauffeur, to give her the
confidence he saw she needed.
"I'll remind you of it," volunteered Betty.
The girls got into the car, and the man, impressing a few important
facts on the pretty girl driver, lifted his cap as Mollie pressed the
button of the self-starter.
"Here we go!" cried Grace, as the motor throbbed and hummed.
Carefully Mollie threw out the clutch, and slipped in first speed. Then
releasing the clutch pedal gradually she felt the car move slowly
forward.
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