“And let them take it away? Never.”
My tone was firm, and he saw that I meant it, especialy when I explained that there would be nothing to do in the country, as mother and Sis would play golf all day, and I was not allowed at the Club, and that the Devil finds work for idle hands.
“But where in the name of good sense are you going to keep it?” he inquired, in a wild tone.
“I have been thinking about that,” I said. “I may have to buy a portible Garage and have it set up somwhere.”
“Look here,” he said, “you give me a little time on this, will you? I’m not naturaly a quick thinker, and somhow my brain won’t take it all in just yet. I suppose there’s no use telling you not to worry, because you are not the worrying kind.”
How little he knew of me, after years of calls and conversation!
Just before he left he said: “Bab, just a word of advise for you. Pick your Husband, when the time comes, with care. He ought to have the solidaty of an elephant and the mental agilaty of a flee. But no imagination, or he’ll die a lunatic.”
The next day he telephoned and said that he had found a place for the car in the country, a shed on the Adams’ place, which was emty, as the Adams’s were at Lakewood. So that was fixed.
Now my plan about the car was this: Not to go on indefanitely decieving my parents, but to learn to drive the car as an expert. Then, when they were about to say that I could not have one as I would kill myself in the first few hours, to say:
“You wrong me. I have bought a car, and driven it for—— days, and have killed no one, or injured any one beyond bruizes and one stitch.”