And I never even had a ride in one before.

I can't get over the fact that it's yours.

It wouldn't seem so funny if it belonged to one of the fellows." With steady hand and gradually increasing speed, Linda put the Bear Cat over the roads of early morning.

Sometimes she stopped in the shade of pepper, eucalyptus, or palm, where the larks were specializing in their age-old offertory.

And then again they went racing until they reached the real desert.