again and turned a corner with a sharp swing, and went spinning along so differently that I sat up and began to take notice. The car was singing and buzzing, instead of rattling and jarring, as it did before, and I began to wonder. Uncle Fred and Miss Kathleen were so busy talking that they hadn't noticed anything. I leaned forward and tried to look out of the front end of the car; but the windows only reflected the inside, and so I turned and looked backward again, with my hand up beside my face; but there wasn't anything in particular to see. By and by we swung around another corner, and I could tell by the way we went around, that we weren't hitched to any other car,—there wasn't any jarring of the couplings.
"When I was real sure, I leaned over. 'Uncle Fred,' I said.
"'Well?' said Uncle Fred, 'Getting tired?'
"'No; but you said this car couldn't go traipsing off by itself.'
"'That's what I did,' said Uncle Fred, cheerfully.
"'Well, Uncle Fred,' I said, 'It is.'
"'It is what?'
"'Going by itself.'
