The Motor Girls on Waters Blue

With a crunching of the small stones in the gravel drive the big car swung around to the side entrance of the house and came to a stop with a whining screeching and generally protesting sound of the brake-bands. A girl bronzed by the summer sun let her gloved hands fall from the steering wheel for she had driven fast and was tired. The motor ceased its humming and with a click the girl locked the ignition switch as she descended. Oh what a run! What a glorious run and on a most glorious day! she breathed in a half whisper as she paused for a moment on the bottom step and gazed back over the valley which the high-setting house commanded in a magnificent view.