“Do you know how to get to Lakeview Hall?” she asked of this person.
“Why—yes,” he said. “Of course.”
Nan saw that he was only a young boy; but he wore gauntlets, had goggles attached to his cap, and was evidently old enough to drive the car.
“Can you take us up there?” Nan asked.
“Why—yes,” again rather doubtfully.
“Come on, Bess!” called Nan, with satisfaction. “We’ll beat that Linda Riggs after all.”
“Oh, I say!” murmured the youthful automobile driver.
But Nan paid little attention to him. Having engaged him for the trip she hustled Bess and the baggage into his car without another word to him. Finally she leaped in, too, and banged the door of the tonneau.
“There! we’re all ready,” she said to the boy.
“Oh—well—if you say so,” he murmured, and obediently cranked up and then stepped into the car himself.