sympathetically and saying soothing little words to it as though it were an animal.
But time, alas, proved to Teddie that her Château en Espagne was not to be reached on rubber tires. For a car, after all, is only a merry-go-round with an elastic orbit, a humdrum old merry-go-round that isn't so merry as it seems, since it always cover the same old roads and the same old rounds and remain hampered and held in by the same old urban and suburban regulations. Teddie, it is tree, soon found herself om nodding terms with the Park "canaries" and the traffic cops, and was able to weed out the ones who'd give her the wink when she forgot abort the one-way streets and the parking signs and the speed-laws in general. Yet three times in one season she shocked Tuxedo Park by appearing in court and being twice fined for road violations and once publicly lectured for imperiling the peace and safety of the commonwealth.
So even with the machinery which she loved she began to see that she was still
