"If it wasn't for the carburetor rubbing on the spark plugs," she said plaintively, "I'd get the Doric in spite of everything. Did you ever see such blue eyes in your life, Nolan?" "The Mason is a better car in every way," he said flatly. "Strongly built, low hung, smart-looking, and the engine perfect." Eveley frowned. "Isn't that like a man? The Mason! I wish you could have seen him, Kitty. Fifty years old if he was a day, and bald, and two double chins. And talked through his nose. And what do you suppose he talked about? His wife--and how she loves the Mason. What do I care what his wife thinks about the Mason? I wouldn't have the Mason if he offered me one. I'll bet it is so easy riding that it fairly sprouts double chins--on the drivers." "You are buying a car, Eveley--not a driver," Nolan explained. "But the Doric is rather light in weight, and very high in price. How I wish you could have heard him tell about it, Kitty. When he said carburetor it was just like running up a scale of music. And his fingernails were manicured as nicely as my own." "Is dinner ready?" Nolan interrupted furiously. "Come and eat. Great Scott! That girl would buy a bum car and a costly one, because the demonstrator has shined his nails." "And, Kitty, he said if we could go to-morrow evening at five-thirty he would take us to La Jolla to show us how she climbs the grades. She will go up on high." "When did he say that?" interrupted Nolan. "I can not go with you to-morrow night. Don't you remember I told you we had a meeting--" "I know, dear. I am so sorry. But Kitty will go with us, won't you?" "Will I?" echoed Kitty ecstatically. "Won't I? Do you suppose they have another one, with brown eyes, to go along to--to change tires, or anything?" "I don't know, but we can ask. He is going to phone me at the office to-morrow to find out where to call for us. He is very respectable. He goes to the Methodist Church, and his uncle is a banker in Philadelphia." "Pass the potatoes, for heaven's sake," urged Nolan. "I feel sick." And after a while he went on, persuasively: "There is no use to try that car out again, Eveley. It is no good. Or if you insist on it put it off until the next night, and I will go with you. We'll all three go. Make a foursome if you like, with Kitty and the blue-eyed mutt." "Kitty does not like blue eyes. And besides, I am the one to be demonstrated to. And besides," she winked at Kitty drolly, "I am sure he will be busy the rest of the week. For when I mentioned that you had an appointment to-morrow he said most particularly that to-morrow was the only free evening he had for weeks to come. And that reminds me, Nolan, that your advice about Father-in-law was no good. He is married already, and it is your fault, getting me buoyed up with hope, all to no purpose." Nolan was properly regretful. "Do you think the old man likes to live with them?" he asked.