"I couldn't afford it," said Daisy; "I'm in debt now, ain't I?"
"You're in debt," said the young man, "but your credit's good as long as I got the gasoline. Hop in!"
The girl stepped forward; set her toe on the running-board; then drew it off, and backed away.
"Try again," observed the driver, dryly; "one—two—three—go!"
"What's out at this city park?" said Daisy.
"Oh, pretty near everything. Dancing, ice-cream, trees, jollyers. Was you never out to a park?"
"Never with a fellow I didn't know," Daisy replied, in merry equivocation.
"Well, then, right here's where you make the break," the chauffeur remarked; adding, sententiously, "it's harder to start anything, the longer you wait."
"I won't be with you long," he pursued, after a moment, "if that's all you're worryin' about. I'm supposed to be workin'. I'll take you out to the dance-pavilion and make you acquainted with some of the fellows an' girls. Then I'll have to come back downtown again, and get on my run. I'll come out to the park again for you, about eleven o'clock, and bring you home. How's that get you, youngster?"
"It sounds all right," said Daisy, "all except the coming-home part. Do I have to come home with you?"