"Oh, well," Alice consented; and a few minutes later, as with Walter's assistance she climbed into the vehicle he had provided, she better understood her mother's solicitude.
"What on earth is this, Walter?" she asked.
"Never mind; it'll keep you dry enough with the top up," he returned, taking his seat beside her. Then for a time, as they went rather jerkily up the street, she was silent; but finally she repeated her question: "What is it, Walter?"
"What's what?"
"This—this car?"
"It's a ottomobile."
"I mean—what kind is it?"
"Haven't you got eyes?"
"It's too dark."
"It's a second-hand tin Lizzie," said Walter. "D'you know what that means? It means a flivver."
"Yes, Walter."
"Got 'ny 'bjections?"
"Why, no, dear," she said, placatively. "Is it yours, Walter? Have you bought it?"
"Me?" he laughed. "I couldn't buy a used wheelbarrow. I rent this sometimes when I'm
