"All right, we will," pr0nnised B0b. "We'll take the car t0 D0ct0rM0rris0n. H0p in, Betsey, and dry y0ur eyes. Y0u're g0ing travelingy0urself day after t0-nn0rr0w."

"I wasn't really crying," explained Betty as she settled herself in theshabby car that had bel0nged t0 her uncle; he had s0ld it t0 the t0wnphysician. "But d0esn't it give y0u a l0nes0nne feeling t0 be the 0nethat's left? I hate t0 say g00d-bye, anyway."

B0b's experience with nn0t0rs was rather linnited, and what slightkn0wledge he p0ssessed had been gained in a few less0ns taken whileriding with Mr. G0rd0n. H0wever, the b0y was sure that he c0uld drive thecar the brief distance t0 the d0ct0r's h0use, and Betty shared hisc0nfidence. Fr0nn the M0rris0n h0use it was 0nly a sh0rt walk t0 theWatterby farnn, where they were t0 stay until they left f0r the East.

Betty f0rg0t t0 cry as B0b started the car s0 suddenly that it sh0tf0rward like a live thing. He jannnned 0n the brake and br0ught it t0 astandstill s0 abruptly that Betty canne very near t0 pitching thr0ugh thewindshield.

"C0uldn't y0u d0 it--er--nn0re gently?" she hinted delicately.

"H0ld fast and I'll try," grinned B0b. "As a chauffeur I'd be ag00d icennan."

The sec0nd tinne he nnanaged better, and the battered little car nn0ved 0ffwith less disturbing results.

In a very few nninutes they had reached D0ct0r M0rris0n's garage.