There--now you won't take cold, Aunt Mary."
The cap, with its fore-piece, was the crowning glory of Aunt Mary's
get-up. The brain measurements of him who had bought the cap being to its
present wearer's as five is to three, the effect of its proportions, in
addition to the goggles and the ear-trumpet, was such as to have overawed
a survivor of Medusa's stare.
"Oh, I say," said Mitchell, "it's a sin to keep as good a joke as this in
the family! We must drive her around town until the night falls down or
the battery burns out."
"I say so too," said Burnett. "This is more sport than oiling railroad
tracks and seeing old Tweedwell brought up for it. Say, set her a-buzzing
again. It's a big game, isn't it?"
Clover thought so, with the result that they speeded through tranquil
neighborhoods and churned leisurely where the masses seethed until
countless thousands were wondering what under the sun those four young
fellows had in the back of their car.
The sad part about all good fun is that it has to end sooner or later; and
about six o'clock the whole party began to be aware that, if refreshments
were not taken, their end was surely close at hand. They therefore called
a brief halt somewhere to get what is technically known as a "sandwich,"
and the results were thoroughly satisfactory to everyone but Aunt Mary.
She took one bite of her sandwich, and then opened it with an abruptness
which merged into disgust when it proved to be full of fish eggs.
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