"I am going up to see a little cottage to-night," she said excitedly. "And my car is in the garage for adjustment. I unfortunately hit a curb and banged my fender. So I have rented a Ford for an hour or so, and want you to come along and drive it for me. Will you? Good! I will be there at five o'clock." "She is a sensible girl," he said to his son's wife as he hung up the receiver. "A nice sensible girl. She ought to help you a good lot." Mrs. Severs only sniffed. She knew this was the working out of Eveley's plot, though Eveley had not confided in her, knowing instinctively that the bride would tell the groom, and that the groom would be sure to stop it. So Mrs. Severs saw her father-in-law clamber into the little car at five o'clock, with something like hope in her breast. For a time, he was intensely absorbed in the manipulation of the gears, and the brakes, his lower lip clutched tightly between his teeth, breathing in full short gusts like a war horse champing for battle. But when at last they were fully started and running with reasonable smoothness, he said: "Who says this isn't a car? You talk to daughter about it, will you? You explain to her that this is a regular car like anything else." "Some people are so funny, aren't they? How well you drive it! It is lots of sport, isn't it? I should think it would be fine for you to have a car to run around in. Then you and your friend could go to Ocean Beach, and fish, and up to the mountains and shoot, and have a wonderful time." "I hadn't thought of that. I--you talk to daughter, will you? Tell her she won't have to ride in it." "Turn to the right here," said Eveley suddenly. "The cottage is the cunningest thing you ever saw, just two rooms, high on the hill overlooking the bay. I am so tired of being cooped up in a house with a whole crowd. I want to be absolutely free to do as I please." He sighed heavily again. "It is the only life. The only way to live. But shucks, folks can't always have what they want." "There it is, that little white house, third from the corner," she said, pointing eagerly, as he drew up the car to a spasmodic halt. He looked critically at the small lawn and the tiny cottage. "Those rose-bushes need trimming," he said, frowning. "There's a loose corner on the porch, too. Bet that grass hasn't been watered for three weeks. Why folks don't keep up their property is more than I can see." "Look at the view," said Eveley suddenly. "See the ships out in the bay, and the aeroplanes over North Island. Isn't it beautiful? If we had field-glasses we could see the people walking around in Tent City, and the lemon in the tea on the veranda at Coronado."