For a beginner, she really kept very steadily in the middle of the road; occasionally Aunt Harriet made a snatch at the wheel, but that was seldom necessary.

They were going very slowly, only about ten miles an hour, but even that seemed a tolerable speed to a novice.

The road was curving now, and Winona must steer round a corner; it was easier than she had expected, and her instructress ejaculated "Good!" The sense of balance was beginning to come to her.

Such a tiny movement of the wheel sent the car to right or left; at first she had jerked it clumsily, now she could reckon the proportion with greater nicety.

Was that something coming in the distance?
"Sound your hooter!" shouted Aunt Harriet quickly, as a motor cycle hove in sight.