“Take it from me, Kiddo, you certainly will!”
She winced just a little at the common expression, but he said it with such a quick, boyish enthusiasm, she wondered whether he were quoting the expression from the Bowery boy's vocabulary or using it in a facetious personal way.
“I knew you'd need it. So I brought it for you,” he added genially.
“Thanks,” she murmured, lifting her arms and drawing the coat about her trim figure.
He helped her into the car and drew from his pocket a light pair of goggles.
“Now these, and you're all hunky-dory!”
“Will I need these, too?” she asked incredulously.
“Will you!” he cried. “You wouldn't ask that question if you knew the horse we've got hitched to this benzine buggy today. He's got wings—believe me! It's all I can do to hold him on the ground sometimes.”
“You'll drive carefully?” she faltered.
He lifted his hand.