"All aboard," cried Mr. Davenport.

"Let me sit with January," begged Beth.

Marian, also, expressed a like wish. The two children, therefore,
scrambled up in front beside the driver, while Mr. and Mrs. Davenport
took the back seat.

January sat bolt upright. His dignity fitted the occasion. His
driving, however, worried Beth.

She loved to go fast. She knew no fear of horses. She would have
undertaken to drive the car of Phaeton, himself, had she been given the
chance. She had little patience to poke along, and that was exactly
what Dolly did when January drove.

"Can't she go faster?" she asked.

"She don't 'pear to go very fast, does she?" said January mildly.
"Missy Beth, yo' jes' wait until her racing blood am up, and den she'll
go so fast, yo'll wish she didn't go so fast."

Beth had her doubts of this, and even of Dolly's racing blood. Its
truth, however, was to be proven by a later experience which will be
told in due course.

"Has Dolly really racing blood?" asked Marian. Although January was
sitting so straight that it seemed impossible for him to sit any
straighter, he stiffened up at least an inch.