"PETER," demanded Mrs. Crane, stopping short on the horse-block, "who's going to run that thing?"
"I am."
"Not with me in it. You don't know how."
"My dear, I've been learning the business for five weeks."
"So that's what has taken you to Bancroft every afternoon for all that time?"
"That's exactly what," admitted Mr. Black.
"And you're sure," queried Mrs. Crane, doubtfully, "that you understand all those fixings?"
"Every one of them."
"Will you promise to go slow?"