the whole front platform of the car with roses and other fragrant blooms from his shop. The neighbors were still congregated on the sidewalks and a knot of them stood in front of the Dillon house, attracted by the limousine and the fact that Speedy would have to appear some time and drive the car to its barn. They had cheered Pop Dillon when he had come walking out with the tall, rich-appearing stranger. They now cheered Speedy and Jane to the echo.
The ride down the street became a triumphant procession. Jane stood proudly beside Speedy as he drove. King Tut ran barking alongside them. Even old Nellie, tired as she was, raised her head and stepped like a two-year-old. De Lacey Street—men, women and children—walked along beside the car shouting and cheering. Just before Nellie turned in off the street and toward the barn, Chris Walters jumped on the step of the car and shouted above the din to Speedy, "We want both of you and Pop to come down to the barn tonight to the celebration. Where's Pop anyway?"
"He's with President Donaldson of the Inter-City selling the franchise of this line for $75,000," said Speedy proudly.
"Say, that's great! What do you know about that!" cried Chris. "Well, say, tell him to bring his friend Donaldson with him, if he'll come. We'll show the big boy some real De Lacey Street hospitality."
"I'll telephone him at Mr. Donaldson's office," promised Speedy.
