Amy wavered for a moment, but the challenge was too much for her, and she nodded her head in assent. "Thank goodness I can only die once," was her cheerful comment. So Grace climbed in beside the Little Captain, while Amy and Mollie scrambled up on the running boards and clung to the sides of the car. Then Betty tooted the horn triumphantly and began slowly to back down the drive. "I don't know about this," she remarked, as the car made rather zigzagging work of it. "I've driven mostly on a straight road, you know, and I'm not very expert, even if I do know all about a motor boat." "So we see," commented Mollie wickedly, as Betty nearly backed into a flower bed at one side of the drive. "Don't you think we'd better get off?" asked Amy. "Till you turn into the road, anyway, Betty?" she added. "Don't you dare," cried Betty, giving the wheel a nervous little twist that caused Amy to groan and clutch the side of the car tighter. "If you make me stop now, I'll never get started again. There!" as the car slid into the roadway, hesitated a moment, then without a jar or a jerk, glided swiftly along the smooth road, gathering headway as it went. "Now we're all right." "That was pretty work, Betty," complimented Mollie, who, as an old and experienced driver, felt capable of pronouncing judgment. "Now let's see what this little car will do." "Not too fast," begged Amy, as Betty slid into high gear. "Remember we're not used to this kind of traveling, and we're apt to find ourselves sitting in the road if you're not careful." "Have you chosen your spot?" asked Betty, her eyes twinkling. "Just the same, it might have been a good idea to have brought some cushions along," said Mollie ruefully. "We might have strapped them on and used them the way you do life savers--in case of emergency." "My, you must be having a wonderful time," drawled Grace. "Have some candy Mollie--it may help your courage." "My courage doesn't need any help, thank you," snapped Mollie, adding wickedly: "Just for that we ought to make you ride out here." "Goodness, don't!" cried Betty, as she swung the car around a corner and started once more toward home. "The punishment wouldn't fit the crime, Mollie. Besides, we'll be back in a few minutes. Girls, she runs like a dream!" "She's a wonder," agreed Mollie. "I guess there's just about no limit to the speed she's capable of." "Do you want me to let her out?" queried Betty wickedly, but both Amy and Mollie protested vehemently. "Some other time," said Mollie, "when we're not hanging on by our eyelids!" A few minutes more, and they were again turning into the Nelson drive, which, by the way, Betty took much more expertly this time. As the car slowed, Amy and Mollie dropped off and Amy opened the door for Lady Grace, who descended slowly. "Well, how do you like it?" cried Betty, jumping out in her turn and regarding her new possession with shining eyes. "Do you think she'll do?"