“Thank you; I believe I will learn to run the machine if Gerald doesn’t care.”
“Care? He’d better not! The machine is a partnership affair, and I’ll let you run my half. But he won’t object, and what’s more, he’ll be only too glad to lend you the car occasionally to take Mrs. Calvert and Dorothy riding.”
“I’ll ask him when he comes over,” said the boy.
Electricity was Jim’s chief hobby, but anything of a mechanical nature appealed to him. While a gasoline car uses electricity only to explode its fuel, Jim was nevertheless deeply interested, particularly as he had never been able to look into the construction of an auto as thoroughly as he would have desired.
“When do we start?” he asked Aurora.
“The first of next week, if it’s all right with Mrs. Calvert and Dorothy.”
“Who dares talk of Dorothy when she is not present?” demanded that young lady, coming out on the gallery at this moment. “I believe this is a conspiracy.”
“Dorothy Calvert!”
“Aurora Blank!”
These sharp exclamations were followed by a joyous hug and a half dozen kisses, while Jim stood looking on in amusement.