"If I walk back, I shall never have time to dress.

Oh, why haven't I got a motor ?" Jerry slapped his leg with a yell of triumph.
"My dear girl, you have! The very thing! I'll be your motor and chauffeur rolled into one.

My bicycle is here.

Come along, and I'll take you home on the step." The idea was worthy of them both.

Nan fell in with it with a gay chuckle.
It was not the first time that she had indulged in this species of gymnastics with Jerry's co-operation, though, to be sure, some years had elapsed since the last occasion on which she had performed the feat.
She had not, however, forgotten her ancient prowess, and Jerry was delighted with his passenger.