. The Saturday evening post. toys from achilds Noahs ark. On such a road, andwith such a car, you might have thoughtthat the driver would proceed with caution,but the automobile with which this storyends first swung to the right and then tothe left as though upon destruction bent. A glance inside the car, however, wouldhave explained it all. On the back seatwere two suitcases shining with newness;and on the front seat were young ProfessorPeterson and Marion, acting quite—quite—quite in the immemorial manner. Hey, you! suddenly shouted a voicebehind them. Aint you got any sense? The young profe
. The Saturday evening post. toys from achilds Noahs ark. On such a road, andwith such a car, you might have thoughtthat the driver would proceed with caution,but the automobile with which this storyends first swung to the right and then tothe left as though upon destruction bent. A glance inside the car, however, wouldhave explained it all. On the back seatwere two suitcases shining with newness;and on the front seat were young ProfessorPeterson and Marion, acting quite—quite—quite in the immemorial manner. Hey, you! suddenly shouted a voicebehind them. Aint you got any sense? The young professor swung over to theright, and as a runabout roared pastthemhe caught sight of the driver—a frowningyoung man with a small square trunkfastened to the seat by his side. Why, he seems to be touring alone,said Marion in surprise. Poor thing, its all he knows, saidHerbert as he started comfortably downthe mountain again with Marion snuggledagainst his shoulder. Hell wake up someday. I only hope he wont wake up Ill; \*§*
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