starter and Speedy jerked up to a stop in front of the carpet leading across the sidewalk from the Envoy door.
A young man and lady whose clothes and suitcases fairly cried aloud their newness invaded his chariot. The man helped his consort in very solicitously and refused Speedy's offer to take the suitcases in the front seat beside him.
"We want to go to the station," said the young man in embarrassed tones.
"What station?" asked Speedy patiently.
"Why, er—Grand Central. Sure—Grand Central."
"Don't mean Pennsylvania, do you?" Speedy asked, thinking Atlantic City from the looks of them and from the few tell-tale grains of rice that still lingered in the folds of the girl's hat. She was a pretty girl too. With a little break of luck this might some day be Jane and he, Speedy thought suddenly.
"Why, you get the Atlantic City train from Grand Central, don't you?" said the young man quite positively.
"Certainly—we always take it from there," offered the girl bravely.
"Don't worry, folks. Leave it to me," said Speedy cheerfully and drove them over to Sixth Avenue and safely to the Pennsylvania. He got a fifty cent tip for his pains. He helped them hand their bags to the porter and watched them following their Mercury. They walked a little pinchedly, due to their new shoes, evidently bought for the occasion. But the honeymooners were laughing and
