"Oh, no! Not so long, Miss—er—what did you say your name is?"
She faced him unflinchingly. "What do you mean by talking to me like this?" she demanded.
The chauffeur took a pull at his cigarette, then blew out the smoke slowly.
"I'll tell you, girl, what I mean," he answered, eyeing her keenly through half-shut lids. "I mean that from now on we quit fooling and you take orders from me. Understand?"
She tossed her head defiantly. "Oh, I guess not!"
"I guess yes and I'll begin right now. I want you to be at the garage to-morrow morning at ten o'clock."
"No."
"Yes. You'll be at the garage to-morrow morning at ten o'clock because I say so, Miss Jenny Regan—I beg your pardon, I should say Miss Hester Storm!"