"
"Just what I proposed," replied Belle. "You, know how queer poor,
dear papa is. He really dislikes motors."
"Seen Ida lately?" asked Bess.
"Not a sight of her," answered Cora. "I was hoping you might bring
some news--not particularly about her, though, but some news. I am
just pining for a real, choice bit."
She passed the chocolates again. Bess took one, but her sister
shook her head.
"Well, as to news," remarked Bess, "we have heard that Sid Wilcox
has a new machine."
This was news indeed, after what that youth had said to Cora that
very day. Or had he been only fooling her?
"A new one," repeated Cora vaguely, trying to, gather her thoughts.
"Brand, spick--span new," went on Bess. "We haven't seen it, you
know, but we've heard that it is a beauty."
"What extravagance!" murmured Cora,--still busily thinking. "His
runabout isn't very old. I wonder where he gets all his money?"
"Don't you remember he said he had some to invest in the new issue
of bank stock?" suggested Belle.
"But the bank wouldn't let him subscribe," added her sister.
"What did he do with his other car--the one that was broken in the
collision?" asked Cora.
"Maybe he--pawned it," suggested Belle, who had rather vague ideas
concerning pawnshops.
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