Then the girls needed a lot of things; and though Frosty had intended to take the next train East, I persuaded him to go back and wait for us.
Beryl said she was almost sure her father would be nice about it, now there was no good in being anything else.

I think that long roll of stiff paper went a long way toward strengthening her confidence; she simply could not conceive of any father being able to resist its appeal and its look of finality.
We all got into the car again, and went up to the station, so I might send a wire to dad.

It seemed only right and fair to let him know at once that he had a daughter to be proud of.
"Good Lord!" I broke out, when we were nearly to the depot "If that isn't--do any of you notice anything out on the side-track, over there ?" I pointed an unsteady finger toward the purple and crimson sunset.
"A maroon-colored car, with dark-green--" Beryl began promptly.
"That's it," I cut in.

"I was afraid joy had gone to my head and was making me see crooked.

It's dad's car, the _Shasta_.