Mrs. Farwell looked from one to the other.
"Yes," she said, slowly, "but you must be back by four o'clock."
"Oh, mother; make it five," Bob teased.
"No; four o'clock." Mrs. Farwell was determined. "The girls must rest."
Jim left to get his car. In less than half an hour they heard his horn blow.
"He's here; hurry up," Bob said. "Don't make him stop the engine."
Mrs. Farwell pulled the girls' furs up close about their necks and went down to see them off.
"Now, do be careful," she said, earnestly. "Remember, Jim, no fast driving."
"Not even if I see a fine road ahead with no cars in sight," he promised her solemnly.
"And that means a whole lot for Jim," Bob explained. "He's rather proud of his driving, mother, and it's an awful disappointment to him when he can't show off."