“Shall we ask Marj to rearrange the plan?” suggested Daisy. “Because if anything should happen—”
“Oh, nothing will happen, I guess!” replied Florence, reassuringly. “Everything so far has been going so smoothly.”
“Yes, and I suppose we might as well learn to rely on ourselves if we want to get any fun out of our own cars when we get them,” added her companion.
Nevertheless the girls decided to go slowly, taking every precaution, even though it put them quite far behind the other car. They did not talk much, in order that they might better keep their minds upon the driving; as novices they took their responsibility seriously.
“I’ve always heard that beginners grasp the steering-wheel too tightly,” remarked Florence, after an interval. “Do you notice the air of unconcern I’m putting on?”
“You’ve been doing very well,” Daisy assured her. “We’ve been going pretty straight.”
“Yes,—until now. But I just can’t seem to keep away from the gutter. Look, Daisy! It insists on going crooked!”
Her companion regarded attentively the course that the car was taking.
“I believe you’re right, Flos,” she admitted, reluctantly. “Could anything be wrong with the wheel?”
A troubled expression came over the youthful driver’s face, as she made the experiment again. This time she was certain, something assuredly was in need of repair. She pulled up to the side of the road and stopped.