Still, the ride was a joy.

And the surrounding country was new and interesting.

So Lad had a good time, in spite of human neglect.

After another hour or so, he curled up again, among the bags, and fell to drowsing.
A six-hour run, over good roads, brought the car to Kingston, at the gateway to the Catskills.

Here, at a hotel entrance, the machine came to a standstill.