Ike dropped his wrench and stood up.
“Why, Miss Ruth, I forgot to tell you! Mr. Ta’mage ain’t home yet. A wire came late last night saying he expected to get off the boat to-day, so they are looking for him this noon.”
“Oh, oh, Ike! how could you keep such grand news from me all this time!” exclaimed Ruth, racing indoors to tell her aunt.
When Ike said he was ready to start, Aunt Selina and Ruth were helped to the comfortable seat and robes were tucked in about them, while the servants stood in a semi-circle about the car, smiling and nodding good-byes.
Ike honked the siren for the benefit of the servants, then started the easy-running machine.
Aunt Selina felt so very comfortable that she admitted the fact to Ruth.
“I never knew these cars were so easy-riding.”
After passing a stretch of bad road Ike put on more speed and Aunt Selina leaned forward to admonish him.
“Don’t go fast enough to be dangerous! Are we going about eight miles an hour?”
Ike smiled to himself as he heard the question.