didn't believe that any car would do over forty miles an hour and he wasn't sure that even that could be accomplished; he'd never tried. It was too dangerous.
"What kind of a car is this?" Lillian asked. She couldn't tell by looking at it. She was unacquainted with the insignia and distinctive features that marked the different makes.
"This is a Packard, little girl," responded Hubert.
Lillian did know that a Packard wasn't in the same social class with a Chevrolet or a Ford. She looked at Hubert with a new respect.
"Pretty swell," she breathed.
"Oh, it's a good boat," he responded carelessly. "I've never had a bit of trouble with it."
Carl and May were lighting cigarettes. "Want one, Lillian?" Carl asked.
"Yes, please."
Carl lit it for her and passed it over. He sat back then and began to talk to May in a low tone.
"Pull down that shade, will you, Carl?" Hubert requested. "The lights from those cars back there flash on my mirror and darn near blind me."
Carl pulled down the little shade over the back window. Lillian wondered how a person could drive comfortably without knowing if anything was in back. Hubert must be a pretty good driver. She was short of conversational material; so perhaps that would be a good line to work on.
"You drive beautifully," she said. "But I suppose you know that."
"Well, I don't know," he admitted modestly. "I've
