What would they give me a week to take Sam's place here ?" "They'd give you a snubbing if you asked them!" laughed Aunt Harriet.
"Cleaning a car is uncommonly hard work.

You might manage our small one, but by the time you'd done the whole round of the garage, you'd be ready to declare it wasn't a woman's job." "I'd chance it!" retorted Winona.
She had her opportunity after all, for the garage attendant was taken ill, and remained off duty for several days.

On the Saturday morning Winona set to work and cleaned, polished and oiled the car thoroughly.
It was very dirty after a muddy day's use, so she had her full experience.

It was certainly far harder than she had anticipated, and she felt devoutly thankful that she was not bound to attack the cars in the other sheds, and perform similar services for each.
"Sam earns his money," she assured Aunt Harriet, when she returned at lunch-time.

"On the whole, I've decided I won't be a lady chauffeur.
It's bad enough to have to clean one's bicycle, but if I had to go through this car performance every day, I don't think there'd be very much left of me." "Ah! I told you so!" returned, Aunt Harriet triumphantly.
Motoring was not the only fresh form of activity which Winona had taken up this summer.