"But I thought it wasn't to
come for a week."
"We couldn't help deceiving you, Cora, dear," answered Belle. "But
you see--"
"And you can run it all alone?" interrupted Cora.
"Yes, all by our lonelies," answered Bess. "You see, we wanted to
surprise you, so we didn't tell you exactly when it was coming. When
it arrived we got Paul--I mean Mr. Hastings, of course--we got him
to give us lessons along a quiet road, where we never met any one
who knew us. And father is not a bit timid about us going out alone
since Paul--I mean--"
"Never mind explaining," broke in Cora with a laugh.
"Well, since Paul showed us how to run it. Papa has taken a great
notion to Paul," finished Bess with the suspicion of a blush.
"How about the daughter?" asked Cora gaily. "Of course, she would
never take a notion to the same young man her father happened to
favor."
"Oh, you horrid creature!" exclaimed Bess. "He did teach me
beautifully, of course. But a girl may look at a chauffeur, I
suppose, just as a cat may gaze at a crowned monarch."
"Oh, certainly," conceded Cora. "So you are really going out for a
spin? I'll get ready and we'll go together: I was just wondering
what I could do until dinner-time.
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