"What! In a safe car? Never!" exclaimed Harry. "It isn't done, you know—not in this family. Now, if you had a hot restless young comet hitched at the door, Chauncey."
Pauline laughed merrily. "No, I couldn't go this morning even behind a restless young comet." She glanced mischievously at Harry. "Duty before pleasure; have important business on hand. No, I can't tell even you, Lucille—you're not to be trusted. You'd be sure to tell Harry."
As the Hamlins drove off, Harry turned anxiously.
"You've not forgotten your promise? There is to be a long rest from wildness, isn't there—no more adventures?"
"Yes—a rest from wild ones. I am going to have a tame adventure now."
"Polly, Polly! What do you mean?"
"This," she answered, taking the morning paper from the table.
Unfolding it, she showed him a headline:
GREAT LORDNOR STABLES TO BE AUCTIONED
World-Famous Horses of Late Millionaire Sportsman Under Hammer.
"Well?" questioned Harry.