"
"Of course!" said Peter.
"Will Junior and Mary be all right?" asked Mickey, pausing in his
extremity to think of others.
"Yes, they often stay while we go."
"Hurry!" begged Mickey.
Peter took hold of the gear and faced straight ahead.
"She's oiled, the tank full, the engine purring like a kitten," he said.
"Mickey, I always wanted to beat that trolley just once, to show it I
_could_, if I wasn't loaded with women and children. Awful nice road----"
"Go on!" said Mickey.
Peter smiled, sliding across the starter.
"Sit tight!" he said tersely.
The big car slipped up the road no faster than it had gone frequently,
passed the station, then on and on; Mickey twisted to look back at the
rattle of the trolley stopping behind them, watching it with wishful eye.
Peter opened his lips to say: "Just warmed up enough, and an even start!"
The trolley came abreast and whistled. Peter blew his horn, glancing that
way with a little "come on" forward jerk of his head. The motorman
nodded, touched his gear and the car started.
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