"Oh, Jim!" Mrs. Farwell said, "I'm afraid to let them."
"But you come, too," Jim urged. "We could all crowd in."
Mrs. Farwell shook her head.
"No; I must rest; my head really aches," she said.
"Then, let us go," Bob teased. "Just for a short ride. You'll hurt Jim's feelings if you don't; he's awfully proud of Pegasus."
"Pegasus? Is that the name of the car?" Mrs. Farwell laughed. "Well—" she hesitated.
"We'll promise not to go one bit faster than thirty miles an hour," Jim assured her.
"And I'll blow the horn all the way, mother darling," Lois added. "I hope it's a nice, noisy Claxon? Is it, Jim?"
"Better than that," he told her, "it has three notes, and you can play a tune on it."
"May we go, Aunt Kate?" Polly asked, anxiously. "We really will be careful."