s than half an hour they heard his horn
blow.

"He's here; hurry up," Bob said. "Don't make him stop the engine."

Mrs. Farwell pulled the girls' furs up close about their necks and went
down to see them off.

"Now, do be careful," she said, earnestly. "Remember, Jim, no fast
driving."

"Not even if I see a fine road ahead with no cars in sight," he promised
her solemnly.

"And that means a whole lot for Jim," Bob explained. "He's rather proud
of his driving, mother, and it's an awful disappointment to him when he
can't show off."

"Nonsense; I don't believe it," she called after them; "I know he'll be
careful."

The car, or "Pegasus," to give it its proper title, was long and gray
and shaped like a boat. It was really a roadster, but a small seat
opened up in the back to accommodate two people.

Bob and Polly climbed into it, and Lois took her place beside Jim. They
drove slowly through the city.

"Where to?" Jim inquired.

"Anywhere," Lois said, "as long as we go. Isn't this air wonderful? Why,
it's like spring."

Jim headed the car in the direction of Salem and the speedometer
registered thirty miles.

"Why didn't you promise mother not to go over forty miles an hour?" Lois
asked.

"Because I knew she wouldn't let us go," Jim replied. "Isn't this fast
enough for you?"

Lois looked up at him over her brown furs.

"Do you know," she said, slowly, "my one ambition is to go sixty miles
an hour in a car."

Jim gasped for a second. He was tempted, but he said: "Sorry I can't
take you."

"Of course you can't to-day," Lois agreed. "But will you some time?"

"You bet," Jim promised, enthusiastically. "Bob's asked me to visit him
this summer, you know," he added; "maybe we can try it then. Would you
like to drive?" he asked when they were well out of the city.

"I don't know how," Lois said, sorrowfully.

"Well, I'll teach you." Jim stopped the car.

"What's the matter?' Bob called.

"Nothing," Jim said, "I'm going to let Lois drive; that's all."

"Oh, Jim, have pity on us!" Polly begged; "we do want to go to the dance
to-night."

"Don't worry," he answered, "you'll get there."

"Now," he said to Lois, when they had changed places, "push that back;
it's the brake, and you want to release it. There, now put your foot on
that; that feeds gas in the engine. No, do it gently," he said, as the
car jerked forward.

Lois' face was set in firm determination, and she obeyed instructions
without a w