She had removed her hat and slipped it on the seat beside her.

She looked at Donald, a whimsical expression on her most expressive young face.
"Please to 'scuse me," she said lightly, "if I step on the gas a mite while we have the road so much to ourselves and are so familiar with it.

Later, when we reach stranger country and have to share with others, we'll be forced to go slower." "Don't stint your speed on account of me," said Donald.

"I am just itching to know what Kitty can do." "All right, here's your chance," said Linda.

"Hear her purr ?" She settled her body a trifle tensely, squared her shoulders, and gripped the steering wheel.