stairs,
"so you can tell me how to act next week."

"We will," Polly promised.

They met Mrs. Farwell an hour later and took the train for Boston.

"I had a letter from Bob this morning," she told them. "He says that he
will not be able to see us until luncheon time to-morrow; he's awfully
busy, I suppose."

"Maybe he's trying to find partners for us," Lois laughed, "and he's not
finding it easy."

Polly groaned: "Oh, Aunt Kate," she said, "suppose we have to sit out
half the dances."

Mrs. Farwell laughed.

"I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you," she said, confidently; "you
can trust Bob to see to that."

The next day, Jim and Bob joined them at luncheon, at one o'clock.

"Why didn't you meet us yesterday?" Lois demanded when they were seated
at the table.

"Couldn't do it," Bob told her.

"But we're at your service this afternoon," Jim added. "What do you want
to do?"

"Why don't you just sit and talk, up in our sitting-room," Mrs. Farwell
suggested. "If you do anything else the girls will be tired out for the
dance."

"What, and waste all the beautiful afternoon? Oh, mother!" Bob objected.
"Besides," he added, winking at Jim, "if we sit and talk, as you
suggest, the girls _will_ be tired. You know Lois?"

"Oh, Bobby, aren't you mean?" Lois said. "I don't talk nearly as much as
you do."

"How about taking a ride in my car?" Jim suggested. "It's a warm day."

"Oh, Jim!" Mrs. Farwell said, "I'm afraid to let them."

"But you come, too," Jim urged. "We could all crowd in."

Mrs. Farwell shook her head.

"No; I must rest; my head really aches," she said.

"Then, let us go," Bob teased. "Just for a short ride. You'll hurt Jim's
feelings if you don't; he's awfully proud of Pegasus."

"Pegasus? Is that the name of the car?" Mrs. Farwell laughed. "Well--"
she hesitated.

"We'll promise not to go one bit faster than thirty miles an hour," Jim
assured her.

"And I'll blow the horn all the way, mother darling," Lois added. "I
hope it's a nice, noisy Claxon? Is it, Jim?"

"Better than that," he told her, "it has three notes, and you can play a
tune on it."

"May we go, Aunt Kate?" Polly asked, anxiously. "We really will be
careful."

Mrs. Farwell looked from one to the other.

"Yes," she said, slowly, "but you must be back by four o'clock."

"Oh, mother; make it five," Bob teased.

"No; four o'clock." Mrs. Farwell was determined. "The girls must rest."

Jim left to get his car. In les