She
looked at Donald, a whimsical expression on her most expressive
young face.
"Please to 'scuse me," she said lightly, "if I step on the gas a
mite while we have the road so much to ourselves and are so
familiar with it. Later, when we reach stranger country and have
to share with others, we'll be forced to go slower."
"Don't stint your speed on account of me," said Donald. "I am
just itching to know what Kitty can do."
"All right, here's your chance," said Linda. "Hear her purr?"
She settled her body a trifle tensely, squared her shoulders, and
gripped the steering wheel. Then she increased the gas and let
the Bear Cat roll over the smooth road from Lilac Valley running
south into Los Angeles. At a speed that was near to flying as a
non-professional attains, the youngsters traveled that road.
Their eyes were shining; their blood was racing. Until the point
where rougher roads and approaching traffic forced them to go
slower, they raced, and when they slowed down they looked at each
other and laughed in morning delight.
"I may not be very wise," said Linda, "but didn't I do the
smartest thing when I let Eileen have the touring car and saved
the Bear Cat for us?"
"Nothing short of inspiration," said Donald. "The height of my
ambition is to own a Bear Cat. If Father makes any mention of
anything I would like particularly to have for a graduation
present, I am cocked and primed as to what I shall tell him.
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