Cora made that declaration with her cheeks flushing and her bright eyes ablaze with excitement.
"Won't you, let me take the wheel?" asked Paul. "I am afraid that this heavy driving is too much for you."
"Oh, no, indeed! This is my race, you know. I want to beat him."
She looked at Paul frankly.
"Very well. Only don't distress yourself too much—on my account."
"Don't worry. I love this. At what place in New City do you wish to go?"
"Directly in the center, next to the bank. The office of the
Whitehall Motor Company."
"Then we'll take this road," decided the girl. "I'm sure it cuts through a park, and will bring us out right at the center of the city."
"It does, and it's the nearest way. You're getting to be quite a driver."
"I mean to be. Hark, there's the train again!"