A TRIAL TRIP Owing to some unexpected delay, the automobile didn't arrive until Wednesday.

But when at last it came whirring up the drive, the assembled Maynards on the veranda greeted it with shouts of approval.
"Did you ever see such a beauty!" cried Marjorie, as she danced around the new car, and clambering up on the farther side, jumped over the closed door, and fell plump into one of the cushioned seats.
"Oh, Mopsy!" cried her father, "that isn't the way to get in." "I don't care,--I am in! And it's just great in here! Why, there's room enough for a whole party." The chauffeur who brought the car seemed a little surprised at the antics of the children, for he was a stolid Englishman, and not much accustomed to American exuberance.
Mr.Maynard had engaged him on the best recommendations, and felt sure that he was a trust-worthy and capable man.

His name was Pompton, and he was large and muscular, with a face that was grave but not ill-natured.
Kingdon made friends with him at once, and climbing up into the seat beside him, asked innumerable questions about the various parts of the machine.
"Suppose we go at once for a trial spin," proposed Mr.Maynard, and almost before he had completed his sentence, a chorus of assent rose in response.
"Oh, do, Father," cried King; "and let me stay here in front, so I can see how it works." "Some other time you may do that, King, but this time I want to sit in front myself, so hop out, and take one of the orchestra chairs." "All right, sir," and King tumbled out, and flew around to the other side of the car.

Mrs.Maynard, Kitty, and Rosamond were already seated in the wide, comfortable back seat.

This left two seats in the tonneau for King and Marjorie, and with Mr.Maynard in front, by the side of Pompton, the car offered perfect accommodations for the Maynard family.