"Put it into second now," suggested Treasure.
Zee shoved the gear shift grimly forward—into reverse—and there was a grinding of wheels and a curious sound of stripping gears that would have broken the heart of an older driver.
Zee discovered her mistake, and remedied it quickly, pulling the gear into low once more, ready for a fresh start.
"Oh, Zee, let me drive," begged Treasure. "I am sure I can do it."
By rare good fortune, Zee succeeded in getting it into second gear, and finally, with a tearing racket, into high, and leaned back in her seat.
"This is something like, now," she panted, releasing her scarlet lip from between her teeth.
"The fender is all bent," mourned Treasure.
"Oh, father'll fix it. See how well we're going now."
Treasure said nothing. They were not yet home, and there was a wagon coming toward them.