She's wanting exercise." Mr.Purcey laid his hand on the flank of his palpitating car.

"Know these A.i.Damyers, Mrs.Dallison?
Best value you can get, simply rippin' little cars.

Wish you'd try her." The A.i.Damyer, diffusing an aroma of the finest petrol, leaped and trembled, as though conscious of her master's praise.

Cecilia looked at her.
"Yes," she said, "she's very sweet." "Now do!" said Mr.Purcey.

"Let me give you a run--Just to please me, I mean.