Will's heart was beating fast, and he panted for breath, but he managed to answer:
"Too bad, Paulie, but you haven't any license to drive a car, you know, and a policeman might take you."
"Yes?"
"Sure. You mustn't do it again," and Will's voice was sufficiently stern.
"All wight—I won't. But I tan wun a tar, all'e same; tan't I?"
Paul was evidently proud of what he had done.
"Yes, you can, but you mustn't—you mustn't! Do you understand?"
"Yes. Dot any tandy?"
Will laughed.
"No," he said, "but maybe the girls have. Here they come."
Half hysterical, Mollie and her chums came running up. They were all rather "limp," as they confessed later.
"Oh, Paul, you naughty boy!" cried his sister. "Mamma will punish you for this."
His hig eyes opened wide.
"I ikes to run tar," he said, and his lip quivered.
"Don't be too harsh with him," murmured Grace.
"I can't help it—he must know how danger-
