"Why, Jan,"—Phyllis looked at her in amazement—"wouldn't you like a car?"
"No, I hate them; silly smelly things—give me a horse every time."
"Old fashioned," scoffed Phyllis. "I'll take a high-powered racer every time."
Miss Carter listened and smiled her amusement.
"And you will both have to take a street car,"—she laughed. "Poor abused children! Hurry along with you, and get ready or you will keep Daphne waiting."
"There they are now!" Phyllis exclaimed, as the front door bell pealed merrily. "That's Sally's ring; I know it."
Janet threw down her book, and they went to their rooms in search of hats.
A few minutes later they were all in the comfortable limousine, speeding along uptown.
"It was awfully nice of you to stop for us, Taffy," Phyllis said as soon as the greetings were over. "This is certainly a whole lot better than walking."
"Yes, isn't it!" Daphne agreed. "I was tickled when mother said I could have it. It isn't often that I can, you know."