"Good!" cried Isabel.

"Paul told me about it," went on Cora. "The Paul, you know. He said
when a charge of gas is in one of the cylinders all you have to do
is to send a spark to the cylinder, and--"

"It didn't take you long to learn," complimented Bess, while Isabel
said:

"Paul--er--is he--"

"Yes, he is," admitted Cora with a laugh. "The youth of the
garage."

"Well, I don't remember a thing he said," confessed Elizabeth; "but
Paul--who could forget Paul? Didn't he have nice teeth?"

"And so polite," added Belle.

"Wasn't he just splendid?" concluded Cora. "And such a number of
things that he told me. But come on, get in," and she slowed down
the motor somewhat, while, removing a pair of buckskin gloves from
her long, tapering hands, she produced a small, dainty handkerchief
and rubbed a spot of black grease from her aristocratic nose.

"Got that when I was oiling the rear wheels," she explained.

The twins entered the tonneau, neither of them caring to risk riding
on the front seat just yet.