"They have 'em at the garage," answered Donald, "and if I were
you, I wouldn't get a set; I would get two. I would-put them on
the rear wheels. You might be surprised at how long some of
these will last. Anyway, that would be the thing to do."
"Of course," said Linda, in a relieved tone. "That would be the
thing to do."
"Now," she said, "I must be excused a few minutes till I clean up
so I am fit to go on the streets. I hope you won't think I
forgot you were coming."
Donald laughed drily.
"When 'shoes' was the first word I heard," he said, "I did not
for a minute think you had forgotten."
"No, I didn't forget," said Linda. "What I did do was to become
so excited about cleaning up the car that I let time go faster
than I thought it could. That was what made me late."
"Well, forget it!" said Donald. "Run along and jump into
something, and let us get our tires and try Kitty out."
Linda reached up and released the brakes. She stepped to one
side of the car and laid her hands on it.
"Let us run it down opposite the kitchen door," she said, "then
you go around to the front, and I'll let you in, and you can read
something a few minutes till I make myself presentable."
"Oh, I'll stay out here and look around the yard and go over the
car again," said the boy. "What a bunch of stuff you have got
growing here; I don't believe I ever saw half of it before."
"It's Daddy's and my collection," said Linda.
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