"Well, you needn't be. I know how to run the car."
"Of course, since Paul showed her," put in Elizabeth.
The speed was a trifle too fast for an inexperienced hand at the wheel, but Cora grasped the wooden circlet firmly, and with a keen look ahead prepared for the descent of a rather steep hill.
Coming up the grade were a number of autos, containing Chelton folks, who had been to the depot with early city commuters. Chelton was a great place for commuters and autos.
"Please don't put on any more speed, Cora," again begged Isabel, leaning over toward the front seat. "This is such a steep hill."
"All right, I won't," and Cora placed her foot more firmly on the brake pedal, while she was ready to grasp the emergency lever quickly, in case anything happened.
"Oh, there's Ida!" suddenly cried Elizabeth as a small runabout loomed up in front of them.
"And Sid Wilcox. I wonder what she finds interesting in that—that lazy chap?"
"A companion—that's all," replied her sister. "I think Ida is about as unenergetic a girl as I ever knew."
"Funny thing," said Cora, speaking loudly enough to be heard above the noise of the motor, "how she manages to keep going. She rides as often in Sid's car as if—well, as if she was his own sister."