"Nonsense; I don't believe it," she called after them; "I know he'll be careful."
The car, or "Pegasus," to give it its proper title, was long and gray and shaped like a boat. It was really a roadster, but a small seat opened up in the back to accommodate two people.
Bob and Polly climbed into it, and Lois took her place beside Jim. They drove slowly through the city.
"Where to?" Jim inquired.
"Anywhere," Lois said, "as long as we go. Isn't this air wonderful? Why, it's like spring."
Jim headed the car in the direction of Salem and the speedometer registered thirty miles.
"Why didn't you promise mother not to go over forty miles an hour?" Lois asked.
"Because I knew she wouldn't let us go," Jim replied. "Isn't this fast enough for you?"
Lois looked up at him over her brown furs.
"Do you know," she said, slowly, "my one ambition is to go sixty miles an hour in a car."