If you'll just sit out on the grass a moment, Miss Esther, I'll see what it is." Esther descended.

The grass was just as pleasant to sit upon as the car seat and she knew nothing whatever about the tricky ways of motors.
"Just a moment," said Callandar for the third time, and disappeared behind the bonnet.

Fifteen minutes after, he reappeared with a very hot face decorated fantastically with black.
"She's sulking," he announced gloomily.
"Is she ?" Esther's tone held nothing save placid amusement.
"Just a moment." The doctor banged down the bonnet and effaced himself once more.

This time under the body of the car.
Motors are mysterious things.

Why a well-treated, not to say pampered, car which some hours before had been left in perfect condition and excellent temper should abruptly turn stubborn and refuse to fulfil its chief end is a problem which we shall not attempt to solve.