"
Paul looked very handsome, Cora thought. He was the type she always
admired--a youth with a bronze complexion--a straight, athletic
figure, almost classic, Cora decided. He cranked up for her,
re-entered the car, and they rolled from the garage. Once out on the
country road Cora threw in the high gear and fed the gasolene with a
judicious hand, controlling the spark admirably.
"A fine machine!" exclaimed Paul, noting how perfect was the rhythm
of action as it thrilled out beneath them.
"There are friends of mine," said Cora suddenly as a runabout,
containing two young then, came into sight. Ed Foster and Walter
Pennington raised their caps as they dashed by, but they did not go
so quickly but that Cora noticed an expression of surprise on their
faces.
"Oh, yes, I know them also," remarked Paul. "I've had that machine
in the garage."
"I wonder where they are going?" went on Cora. She also found
herself wondering if Walter and Ed were surprised to see her out
alone with a professional chauffeur. It was the first time her
conduct in taking Paul with her came forcibly to her mind. Then,
with an independence of spirit that characterized her, she decided
she had no apology or explanation to make.
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