Drusilla sat back suddenly in her seat.
"This—this—mine?"
"Yes, this is yours, and you have two more at your home."
Drusilla gasped.
"Two more like this?"
"No, not exactly the same. One is an open car and one is a small town car."
"Why—why—what'll I do with three? I can't ride in 'em all at once."
"No, but you will find that you can use them all."
"Can I use them whenever I want to?"
"Certainly; they are yours. All you have to do is to send word to one of the chauffeurs and they will be ready for you."