KETTERING HEARS SOMETHING
"I shall never be able to manage it if I live to be a hundred," said
Christine despairingly.
She leaned back in the padded seat of Kettering's big car and looked up into his face with laughing eyes.
She had been trying to drive; she had driven the car at snail's pace the length of the drive leading from Upton House, and tried to turn out of the open carriage gate into the road.
"If you hadn't been here we should have gone into the wall, shouldn't we?" she demanded.
Kettering laughed.
"I'm very much afraid we should," he said. "But that's nothing. I did all manner of weird things when I first started to drive. Take the wheel again and have another try."
But Christine refused.
"I might smash the car, and that would be awful. You'd never forgive me."
"Should I not!" His grave eyes searched her pretty face. "I don't think you need be very alarmed about that," he said. "However, if you insist——" He changed places with her and took the wheel himself.