Madge had edged on the arm of the seat and was looking curiously at the pines, which appeared to fly past. Maurice made room for the slim child between him and Ann, and talked to her about the changing scenes. “I wish that I was going along with Aunt Elizabeth and Ann on your motor trip,” regretfully said Madge.
“You will do it some day, Madge,” her brother assured her. “We’ll take you around some when we get back. Your Uncle Sterling is going to buy a car.”
“Honestly, Maurice?” inquired Ann. “I did not know that.”
“He is going to get one for this trip. I heard him tell Father that he sold his car that he had last summer and would buy a new one here.”
“Of all things! Dear me,—that was such a good car!”
“But not a particle of use for it until next summer, Ann.”
“True enough. It is sensible, I will admit. He will enjoy getting another. Men like such things.”
“How about women?”
“We like them, too, don’t we, Ann?” Madge queried.