He was in a hurry to get her out of the house, before any one could stop them.
“Hurry up!” he said.
She got into the car beside him, and they set off.
“Oh, how fast you go!” she said.
“Haven’t you ever been in a car before?” asked Gunnar.
“Oh, yes—Uncle Oscar brought us from the ship in a taxicab.”
“This is my own car,” said Gunnar. “In the summer I use it every day.”
He knew where he wanted to go—out of the city, and across the bridge to Long Island. It was not a pleasant neighborhood, but the rush of wind against her face, and Gunnar beside her, made her heart sing. He turned down a street gloomy and empty, lined with shuttered warehouses, and at the end of it he stopped the car.
“Here!” he said. “This is where I work.”
“Oh, what a big place!” said Ingeborg.