But so far as Mary V could discover, it was still flying.
Hoping to wean her from worrying about Johnny, dad had bought the Bear Cat.

Mary V had owned it for ten days now, and its mileage stood at 1400 and was just about ready to slide another "1" into sight.

The Bear Cat had proven itself a useful little Cat.
Now she shifted from neutral to second, disdaining low speed altogether, and swung boldly out into the stream of traffic.

A Ford shied off with a startled squawk to let the Bear Cat by.

A hurrying truck that was thinking of cutting in to get first chance within the safety zone passage thought better of it when Mary V honked her big Klaxon at him, and stopped with a jolt that nearly brought the Ford to grief behind it.
But Mary V ignored these trifles.