“There!” cried Cora, as she skillfully passed it, far enough off for safety, as even the most careful motorist would admit, but near enough to make an amateur nervous. “You see what it is to have confidence,” she added to Eline.
“Yes,” was the somewhat doubtful comment.
“Cora, dear, I wouldn’t take those risks if I were you,” rebuked her Cousin Mary, gently.
“Oh, it wasn’t a risk at all! I had perfect control. I just wanted to show Eline what practice will do. I am going to teach her to drive.”
“I’ll never learn!” was the nervous protest.
The road narrowed about a mile farther on, but before the cars lengthened out into single file again, Belle asked:
“Where are we to lunch, Cora?”
“I planned on stopping at Mooreville. There is a nice, home-like restaurant there. We’ll be in Churchton soon, and we can stop there and ’phone in to have a meal ready for a party of nine.”
“That would be a good idea.”
Churchton was soon reached, and Jack found he had a puncture. While he stopped to put a new inner tube into service Cora got the restaurant on the wire and made arrangements.