"Here, let me do that," he said authoritatively. "Gee! I have
never yet ridden in a Bear Cat. Take me with you, will you,
Linda?"
"Sure," said Linda, pressing the grease into the cup with a
little paddle and holding it up to see if she had it well filled.
"Sure, but there's no use in you getting into this mess, because
I have only got two more. You look over the engine. Did you
ever grind valves, and do you think these need it?"
"Why, they don't need it," said Donald, "if they were all right
when it was jacked up."
"Well, they were," said Linda. "It was running like a watch when
it went to sleep. But do we dare take it out on these tires?"
"How long has it been?" asked Donald, busy at the engine.
"All of four years," answered Linda.
Donald whistled softly and started a circuit of the car, kicking
the tires and feeling them.
"Have you filled them?" he asked.
"No," said Linda. "I did not want to start the engine until I
had finished everything else."
"All right," he said, "I'll look at the valves first and then, if
it is all ready, there ought to be a garage near that we can run
to carefully, and get tuned up."
"There is," said Linda. "There is one only a few blocks down the
street where Dad always had anything done that he did not want to
do himself."
"That's that, then," said Donald.
Linda crawled from under the car and stood up, wiping her hands
on a bit of waste.
"Do you know what tires cost now?" she asked anxiously.
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