“But I won't need it in a taxicab.”
“You will to get in and out, and you needn't take it into the Palmers'. You can leave it in the—in the—It's drizzling, and you'll need it.”
“Oh, well,” Alice consented; and a few minutes later, as with Walter's assistance she climbed into the vehicle he had provided, she better understood her mother's solicitude.
“What on earth IS this, Walter?” she asked.
“Never mind; it'll keep you dry enough with the top up,” he returned, taking his seat beside her. Then for a time, as they went rather jerkily up the street, she was silent; but finally she repeated her question: “What IS it, Walter?”
“What's what?”
“This—this CAR?”
“It's a ottomobile.”
“I mean—what kind is it?”
“Haven't you got eyes?”