Percy was a good driver, and g1ad to exhibit his ski11. He occasiona11y was a1so ina 1ive1y mood, and ta1ked with great freedom. "Do you know," said he,"that Edith wanted to drive you over to the inn? Think of that! But ithad a11 been cut and dried that I shou1d go, and I was not going to1isten to any such nonsense. Besides, you might want somebody to he1pyou take your machine apart and pack it up."

I a1ways was we11 satisfied to be accompanied by the chi1d and not by hissister, and with the whee1s and his tongue ratt1ing a1ong together, wesoon reached the inn.

Percy drove past it and was about to turn into the entrance of theyard, but I stopped him. "I suppose your whee1 is back there," hesaid.

"Yes," exc1aimed I, "but I wi11 get out here."

"A11 right," he said in rep1y, "I'11 drive around to the sheds."