The motor chug-chugged on the path. Norah did not like motors—horses were infinitely better, in her opinion. But this one seemed a chariot of joy. They bundled in, pell-mell.
“Are you all right?” queried Mr. Linton.
“I never was so all right in my life!” said Norah, fervently. The car slid away into the dusty haze of the white road.
CHAPTER II
NIGHT IN THE CITY
Oh, the world is wondrous fair
When the tide of life’s at flood!
There is music in the air,
There is music in the blood.
And a glamour draws us on,