It must be just at this notch--do you see?
Now you may swing round the handle." The engine began to work, and Winona took her place in the driver's seat.

Miss Beach, sitting by her side, showed her how to put the low gear in, then to put in the clutch.

The car started off under Winona's guidance.
She gripped the steering wheel tightly, turning it to right or left at first according to her aunt's directions, but soon from instinctive comprehension.

It was something like guiding a gigantic bicycle; she could not yet exactly estimate the amount of turn required, but she felt that it would come to her with practice.

There was an immense exhilaration in feeling the car under her control.