She stepped to one side of the car and laid her hands on it.
"Let us run it down opposite the kitchen door," she said, "then you go around to the front, and I'll let you in, and you can read something a few minutes till I make myself presentable." "Oh, I'll stay out here and look around the yard and go over the car again," said the boy.

"What a bunch of stuff you have got growing here; I don't believe I ever saw half of it before." "It's Daddy's and my collection," said Linda.

"Some day I'll show you some of the things, and tell you how we got them, and why they are rare.

Today I just naturally can't wait a minute until I try my car." "Is it really yours ?" asked Donald enviously.
"Yes," said Linda.

"It's about the only thing on earth that is peculiarly and particularly mine.