“Mayn’t Grissel and I go?” begged Clementina coaxingly. “Not to-day, dearie,” was the brief answer. And Lilith, as well as the children, was surprised and a bit disappointed in view of the empty back seat. Hitherto it had been contrary to the principles of No. 45678 to run to Overlook or anywhere else with only two passengers. On the level road leading through Overlook, Benedicta received her preliminary instructions and took the steering-wheel in her strong hands. She succeeded in driving the car slowly and jerkily for several rods and presently stopped with a sudden bump. Being convinced that the machine was safely at rest, she leaned back and drew a long, delighted breath. “Shudders and shades!” she ejaculated; “be I still on terra firma? Ain’t it fun! But it’s deliriously ticklish.” Polly laughed. “You like it, then?” “Like it! It’s the topgallantest play I ever tried! To think I made it go--me!” “You did pretty well for the first time,” commended Polly. “I should say so!” gasped Benedicta. “I never anticipated that runnin’ this chariot was so perturbative.” “Dear, dear!” laughed Polly; “what big words you do use! You take my breath away.” “Teeters and tongs!” exclaimed Benedicta scornfully, “if you think I use lengthy words, you ought to hear Mr. Aimé talk. His are the grandest I ever heard. My Miss Flora laughs at him and says he swallowed the dictionary when he was three and has been spouting it up ever since. But I told him I adored his kind of talk, and from that if he didn’t begin to learn--I mean, ‘teach’--me some of his stretched-out words, and I put ’em down so I can look ’em over once in a while. But I can’t hold a spark to him. I forget ’em so. Seem ’s if my memory bag must be made of openwork, for there’s always something slippin’ out. But, my! what an improvident mortal I be--gabbin’ this way when I ought to be drivin’ the chariot! What do I do to start--oh, yes, I know!” Polly nodded assent to her questioning glance, and again they whirled along the smooth road. Late in the afternoon Polly drove back up the mountain; but when they were nearly within sight of home Benedicta begged so earnestly to announce her new achievement in her own way, that finally she was allowed to take the wheel. “I want to sweep up to the house in one glorious curve,” she exulted. “Won’t they be surprised!” So intent was the driver upon the little veranda group that she nearly forgot her part in the affair. The machine wabbled along in a most inglorious way, tilted into a gully beside the road, and began slipping slowly downhill. “Put your foot on the brake!” cried Polly, grasping the emergency lever and forcing it back. The car meekly stopped. “Sinners and snobs!” exclaimed Benedicta. “And I’m the sinner!--and the snob too! Let me get out! Let me get out!” “Never mind,” comforted Polly; “sit still and turn the car into the road--you can do it. Put your foot--” But Benedicta was on the ground, and running towards the kitchen door.