"But why won't you go in the Whirlwind?" demanded the girl. "I am
only out on a little pleasure spin, and I would be very glad indeed
to take you to New City. Besides, I'd like to race with the train,"
she went on with sparkling eyes. "I know I could beat it."
Paul looked interested.
"I guess you could," he said. "It would be a good chance, anyhow."
"Come on, then! Don't waste a moment. Let's try it."
Paul called his assistant, a young lad, and gave him instructions
about some cars, and what to do if certain customers came in. It was
not a busy part of the day, and he could leave without causing any
complications. Then he slipped into his long, linen coat and stepped
into Cora's car.
"I'm afraid this is an imposition," he declared, taking the steering
wheel, a sort of unconscious habit he had. Then he bethought
himself. "Oh, but I suppose you'll drive," he added quickly,
shifting over, rather abashed at having taken his place in the
driver's seat without being asked. "You see, I'm so accustomed to
being here."
"I believe I will drive," answered Cora. "I have great faith in the
obedience of my machine. It knows my hand."
"I shouldn't wonder," agreed the young, man. "I do believe that
motor-cars can almost be made to think--under the guidance of very
gentle but sure hands.
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