"You'd better run along now.

I'm going to hurry away to grandmother, to try to repair the damage you did." She rose and called, "Lucia! Lucia!" The round, rosy, rather slovenly Miss Severence appeared in the little balcony--the only part of the house in view from where they sat.
"Telephone the stables for the small victoria," called Margaret.
"Mother's out in it," replied Lucia.
"Then the small brougham." "I want that.

Why don't you take the electric ?" "All right." Lucia disappeared.

Margaret turned upon the deeply-impressed Craig.
"What's the matter ?" asked she, though she knew.
"I can't get used to this carriage business," said he.

"I don't like it.
Where the private carriage begins just there democracy ends.