I told Araminta that if she was tired of riding, now was the best time to stop; that she ought not to overdo it, and that I was going to get out myself as soon as I had seen her off.
I saw her off.
Then after one ineffectual jab at the brake, I left the machine hurriedly, and as I sat down on the sposhy lawn I heard a tremendous but not unmusical sound of falling glass....
I tell Araminta that it isn’t the running of an automobile that is expensive. It is the stopping of it.
THE DECEPTION OF
MARTHA TUCKER
AN AUTOMOBILE EXTRAVAGANZA