"Scares me, nothin'! I was only wonderin' if we couldn't go faster!"
Drusilla laughed.
"That's jest what I said when I first rode in the car with Mr. Thornton."
She gave the order and the car sped swiftly over the macadam road. The old lady settled back among her shawls, a look of absolute happiness on her wrinkled old face.
They arrived at the city all too soon. Barbara was taken to the dentist, and Drusilla had the other ladies taken to a tea shop and given tea while she waited for Barbara.
After tea they started home.
"I don't want to go back, Drusilla," Grandma Perkins began to whimper. "Must we go back right away?"
Drusilla looked puzzled.
"I don't know what to do. Where'll we go if we don't go back?" She thought a moment. "I'll ask Joseph; he always knows everything." She turned to the waiting chauffeur. "Joseph, we don't want to go home. Ain't there anything we can see?"
Joseph looked at the five old ladies, evidently at a loss as to what would please them; then a suggestion occurred to him.