"Well, here I am, Joan.

You wanted to speak to me before the others had finished powdering their noses.

What is it ?" "I want you to help me." "Of course I will," Miranda answered cheerily.

"How ?" Joan closed the door and returned to Miranda, who, having drawn the gloves over her arm, was now struggling with the buttons.
"I want you, when we reach Harrel----" "Yes." "To lend me your motor-car for an hour." Miranda turned in amazement towards her friend.

But one glance at her face showed that the prayer was made in desperate earnest.