“Going to rent it, then?”
“No, you idiot. I—I only wondered. I dare say you could drive an automobile finely, though. Your arms are all right and you told me once that you thought of getting one of those velocipede chairs that you work with your feet.”
“I see what you’re driving at. Old Man Brent has commissioned you to sell that car of Morris’. Is that it?”
Gordon looked startled, but shook his head. “No, he hasn’t. I dare say, though, anyone could buy it pretty cheap,” he remarked carelessly.
“I’m afraid I couldn’t afford it, Gordie,” Dick laughed. “You’ll have to find another buyer.”
“I know. I was just wondering if you could run an auto if you had one.”
“Why, I suppose so. I’ve got plenty of strength in my legs when I’m sitting down, you know, and so far my arms are still working. But I don’t believe I’ll ever have a chance to try, Gordie. At least, not unless you get an auto and let me run it for you. How would I do as a chauffeur?”
“I’ll bet you could run an auto to the King’s taste, Dick! You do most everything better than the rest of us.”
“You mean I think I could! Well, I’m not stuck-up about my automobile driving, Gordie. That’s one thing I’m not conceited about. Going now?”
“Yes, I guess I’d better run over to Morris’. I told his sister I’d look in pretty soon. When he can see folks, Dick, will you go over with me some time?”