"By the way," he said. "I thought I saw you running a car
the other day. You were chasing a fox terier when I saw you, but
I beleive the dog escaped."
I looked at him and I saw that, although smiling, he was
one who could be trusted, even to the Grave.
"Carter," I said. "It was I, although when you saw me I
know not, as dogs are always getting in the way."
I then told him about the pony cart, and the Allowence, and
saving car fare. Also that I felt that I should have some
pleasure, even if _sub rosa_, as the expression is. But I told
him also that I disliked decieving my dear parents, who had
raised me from infancy and through meazles, whooping cough and
shingles.
"Do you mean to say," he said in an astounded voice, "that
you have _bought_ that car?"
"I have. And paid for it."
Being surprized he put a moth ball into his mouth, instead
of a gum drop.
"Well," he said, "you'll have to tell them. You can't hide
it in a closet, you know, or under the bed."
"And let them take it away? Never."
My tone was firm, and he saw that I meant it, especialy
when I explained that there would be nothing to do in the
country, as mother and Sis would play golf all day, and I was
not allowed at the Club, and that the Devil finds work for idle
hands.
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