"Wait a minute and I'll have you there quicker than you can walk."
He ran in for his driving-gloves, and out through the back hall to the old carriage house where the car stood. He was only a minute in getting under way, for he had learned to leave his machine in a condition in which it could be used the next time without waiting to fill gasoline tanks or radiators. It was natural for him to go at things in a systematic way, and he kept his car, as he kept his books and papers, in order, quite without thinking much about it.
But with all his haste Sally had reached the driveway and gone a rod or two down the road before he overtook her. He slowed down at her side.
"Why didn't you wait? Jump in," said he, "and I'll have you there in one burst of speed."
Sally stepped up on the running board and stood there, her arm on the back of the roadster's seat.
"Get clear in, please," requested Jarvis. "There'll be no bursts of speed with you standing there."
"I can hold on perfectly well."
"So can the car stand still. It will stand still till you get in."
Sally took the seat. "Now hurry up, please," said she. "There isn't any use in my getting in at all, just for a foot or two of ride."
The car moved off. "Let's make it longer," Jarvis urged. "Drive out with me for the fork. We won't be half an hour away, and you can't have anything very pressing left on hand, with all the work you girls have done to get ready for those youngsters."