had a lot of people tell me that I was the only one they could ever drive with and feel comfortable. But I say it's only common sense and keeping your eyes open. You know Joseph L. Heidingsfelder, the millionaire?"
No, Lillian didn't.
"Well, I mean, you've seen his name in the papers?"
Lillian hadn't. "Oh, yes," she said, "I've seen his name in the papers."
"Well, he's been a friend of the family's for years. He's an old fellow now. He's a card. Funny as the devil. Only last week he says to me, 'Hubert, I wish you would come over and take me for a ride some day. Here I am with a string of eleven cars and I never get a ride.' I says, 'Well, Joseph L.'—I always call him Joseph L.—'why don't you get a good chauffeur?' And he says, 'They're all too reckless. I'm spoiled after driving with you.'"
"I'm spoiled too," said Carl. "I've got bunions on my can from sitting so long. No fooling, Hubert, May's nervous from the way you're poking along."
"She'd better be nervous than dead," Hubert replied, solemnly. "Look at all the collisions you read about in the papers. No careful drivers ever get into them."
"Say, don't kid yourself that you're careful, big boy. You're too slow to be careful. You know crawling on a motor road is as dangerous as speeding."
"Well, I don't crawl. When you're not going any place in particular twenty miles is plenty."
"Oh, don't bother about it," said May. "We'll get there in time."
