Jim gasped for a second. He was tempted, but he said: "Sorry I can't take you."
"Of course you can't to-day," Lois agreed. "But will you some time?"
"You bet," Jim promised, enthusiastically. "Bob's asked me to visit him this summer, you know," he added; "maybe we can try it then. Would you like to drive?" he asked when they were well out of the city.
"I don't know how," Lois said, sorrowfully.
"Well, I'll teach you." Jim stopped the car.
"What's the matter?' Bob called.
"Nothing," Jim said, "I'm going to let Lois drive; that's all."
"Oh, Jim, have pity on us!" Polly begged; "we do want to go to the dance to-night."
"Don't worry," he answered, "you'll get there."
"Now," he said to Lois, when they had changed places, "push that back; it's the brake, and you want to release it. There, now put your foot on that; that feeds gas in the engine. No, do it gently," he said, as the car jerked forward.