Katy stood very still, thinking intently, but finally she said: "That's all right; ye have got good common sense; your nerves are steady; your pa drilled ye fine.

Many's the time he has bragged to me behind your back what a fine little driver he was making of ye.

I don't know a girl of your age anywhere that has less enjoyment than ye.
If it would be giving ye any happiness to be driving that car, ye just go ahead and drive it, lambie, but ye promise me here and now that ye will be mortal careful.

In all my days I don't think I have seen a meaner-looking little baste of a car." "Of course I'll be careful, Katy," said Linda.

"That car was not bought for its beauty.