d comment on it, and Linda climbed out and asked to have the
carburetor adjusted, while the mechanic put on a pair of tires. When
everything was satisfactory, she backed to the street, and after a few
blocks of experimental driving, she headed for the Automobile Club to
arrange for her license and then turned straight toward Multiflores
Canyon, but she did not fail to call Donald Whiting's attention to every
beauty of Lilac Valley as they passed through. When they had reached
a long level stretch of roadway leading to the canyon, Linda glanced
obliquely at the boy beside her.

"It all comes back as natural as breathing," she said. "I couldn't
forget it any more than I could forget how to walk, or to swim. Sit
tight. I am going to step on the gas for a bit, just for old sake's
sake."

"That's all right," said Donald, taking off his hat and giving his head
a toss so that the wind might have full play through his hair. "But
remember our tires are not safe. Better not go the limit until we get
rid of these old ones, and have a new set all around."

Linda settled back in her seat, took a firm grip on the wheel, and
started down the broad, smooth highway, gradually increasing the speed.
The color rushed to her cheeks. Her eyes were gleaming.

"Listen to it purr!" she cried to Donald. "If you hear it begin to
growl, tell me."

And then for a few minutes they rode like birds on the path of the wind.
When they approached the entrance to the canyon, gradually Linda slowed
down. She turned an exultant flashing face to Donald Whiting.

"That was a whizzer," said the boy. "I'll tell you I don't know what I'd
give to have a car like this for my very own. I'll bet not another girl
in Los Angeles has a car that can go like that."

"And I don't believe I have any business with it," said Linda; "but
since circumstances make it mine, I am going to keep it and I am going
to drive it."

"Of course you are," said Donald emphatically. "Don't you ever let
anybody fool you out of this car, because if they wanted to, it would be
just because they are jealous to think they haven't one that will go as
fast."

"There's not the slightest possibility of my giving it up so long as I
can make the engine turn over," she said. "I told you how Father always
took me around with him, and there's nothing in this world I am so sure
of as I am sure that I am spoiled for a house cat. I have probably less
feminine sophistication than any girl of my ag