"I know how to get new tires for you, and you shall drink all the gasoline and oil your tummy can hold.

Now let me see.

What must I do next?
I must get you off your jacks; and oh, my gracious there are the grease cups, and that's a nasty job, but it must be done; and what is the use of Saturday if I can't do it?
Daddy often did." Linda began work in utter absorption.

She succeeded in getting the car off the jacks.

She was lying on her back under it, filling some of the most inaccessible grease cups, and she was softly singing as she worked: "The shoes I wear are common-sense shoes--" At that minute Donald Whiting swung down the street, turned in at the Strong residence, and rang the bell.