Pulling up before their cellar she jumped out and ran down to assist in loading aboard their belongings.
“All aboard for the River Rhine, Elfreda,” she called cheerily. “We are going to enjoy this drive, I know. The air is fine.”
“I can’t say as much for the water in this neck of the woods. That water yesterday was beastly. Don’t you dare give me another such a bath, Grace Harlowe,” warned Elfreda.
“No, I’m determined to be good to-day and not do a thing to rile our supervisor. You shall see how nice I can be to her. Come, we must get ready.”
A few moments later they pulled up before Mrs. Smythe’s cellar and sat waiting for her to appear, after having given a few discreet honks on the horn. When the supervisor emerged with her maid and Miss O’Leary, her face wore a hard expression that had not been there before.
Grace, jumping out, opened the car door for her, slammed it shut after the passengers were in, and saluted snappily.
“Does not Miss Cahill ride with us to-day?” she questioned.
“Carry on as you are!” commanded Mrs. Smythe.
“Very good,” answered the Overton girl, climbing to her seat.
“Just a moment,” commanded the supervisor. “You are to drive slowly to-day. At the first indication of recklessness or the slightest disobedience of orders I shall call an officer to place you under arrest for insubordination. Do you get me clearly?”