"
"Ourth did. It traveled fine until it got to the bottom," Tommy
informed him.
"No, I haven't bought another car yet. I have some men who are going
to get the old one up to-morrow. We shall see what shape she's in. Of
course, if she isn't workable any more, I will have another for you by
the time you get home. Tell me how it happened. I couldn't make much
out of your telegram. By the way, when you send a telegram, don't
forget that you aren't writing a letter. That telegram you sent cost
me nine dollars and thirty-seven cents."
"Isn't it worth that much to hear from your daughter?" Jane's eyes
were dancing.
Mr. McCarthy took off his hat and wiped the perspiration from his
forehead.
"What would you do with her, Mrs. Livingston?" he laughed.
"I should love her, Mr. McCarthy; she is worth it," was the Chief
Guardian's prompt reply.
"She is," he agreed solemnly, "and I do. But you haven't told me,
Jane, darling."
"Oh, let Harriet do it. I never was strong on telling things so any
one could understand what I was talking about."
"There isn't much to tell about the accident, except that we turned
off on a side road according to directions. Jane wheeled down it at a
slow rate of speed--for her," added Harriet under her breath.
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