The Motor Girls

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by Margaret Penrose
Now you've got it, what are you going to do with it? asked Jack Kimball, with a most significant smile at his sister Cora.
Do with it? repeated the girl, looking at her questioner in surprise; then she added, with a fine attempt at sarcasm: Why, I'm going to have Jim break it up for kindling wood. It will make such a lovely blaze on the library hearth. I have always loved blazing autos.
Now, sis, objected the tall, handsome boy, as he swung his arm about the almost equally tall, and even handsomer girl, don't get mad.
Oh, I'm not in the least angry.
Um! Maybe not. Put I honestly thought—well, maybe you would like some of the boys to give you a lesson or two in driving the new car. There's Wally, you know. Ahem! I thought perhaps Wally—
Walter can run a machine—I'm perfectly willing to grant you that, Jack. But this is my machine, and I intend to run it.
The girl stepped over to a window and looked out. There, on the driveway, stood a new automobile. Four-cylindered, sliding-gear transmission, three speeds forward and reverse, long-wheel base, new ignition system, and all sorts of other things mentioned in the catalogue. Besides, it was a beautiful maroon color, and the leather cushions matched. Cora looked at it with admiration in her eyes.
An hour, before, Jack Kimball and his chum Walter Pennington, had brought the car from the garage to the house, following Mrs. Kimball's implicit instructions that the new machine should not be driven an unnecessary block between the sales-rooms and the Kimball home.
The car must come to Cora on the eve of her birthday, Jack's mother had stipulated to him, and I want it to come to her brand new, with the tires nice and white. Hers must be the first ride in it.
So it was, after digesting her surprise, as she expressed it, and spending the intervening hour in admiring the beautiful machine, climbing in and out of it, testing the levers, turning the steering wheel, and seeing Jack start the engine, that Cora was able to leave it and enter the house.