Six or seven lessons
might do you."
"Lessons of an hour or two?"
"Well, yes. That's about it."
"Suppose I pay extra, and practise extra? If I keep at it all day and
every day, will I be warranted safe and kind after, say, four lessons? I
can have several men to teach me maybe, if I tire one out."
"But you're only one man. Keeping at it like that you'd feel a strain."
"No, I wouldn't," said Nick. "I'd have a doze or two and a sandwich or two
in between spins. No harder work than a round-up."
"All right, then. In four days like that you'll be a dandy driver, I
promise you, Mr. Hilliard," said the man of the garage.
"Fit to drive--ladies?"
"Fit to drive a queen."
"That's what I want to do," mumbled Nick under his breath.
X
WHEN ANGELA WENT SIGHTSEEING
The next five days Angela spent in seeing the country her father had
helped to create, and in breaking down in the blue motor-car at brief and
inconvenient intervals. At first they were unexpected intervals; but soon
they were taken for granted; for the more she knew of Mr. Sealman's
invention the less was Angela surprised at anything it chose to do. The
Model was a model of all the vices. It smoked like a chimney, drank like a
fish, and developed, one after another or all together, every malady to
which motor-metal is heir.
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