“Where did you get that car?” demanded George, hastily approaching.
“Why, it is your car, isn’t it?” said John meekly.
“Sure it is, but where did you get it?”
“Why, after you fellows left me over there where you took the train I thought you would like to have me look up your car, so that’s what I have done, but you don’t seem to be very thankful. This is an ungrateful world, and a naughty deed arouses more interest than a good one. At least I think that’s what Shakespeare says.”
“Shakespeare?” broke in Fred sharply. “You never got as far as the title page.”
“That may all be,” retorted John. “All I mean to say now is that this car is for the exclusive use of those who are accustomed to move in polite society.” As he spoke John turned on the power and despite the efforts of his friends to overtake him soon was moving rapidly over the road.
CHAPTER XIX—AN INVITATION
Appearing to ignore his friends John drove rapidly around the circle which had been laid out between the station and the main street. Proudly returning to the place on the platform where his friends were awaiting his coming, he called out, “How’s this car? How’s the driver? Pretty slick, eh?”