"I had better not go with any one," she said in a low voice. 

 "You will go with me," commanded her brother.  "Come on, Ernest." 

 "Thank you, no," replied Peabody.  "I have promised my sister." 

 "All right, then," exclaimed Sam briskly, "see you at the game. Section H. Don't forget. Let her out, Billy." 

 With a troubled countenance Winthrop bent forward and clasped the clutch. 

 "Better come, Peabody," he said. 

 "I thank you, no," repeated Peabody.  "I must go with my sister." 

 As the car glided forward Brother Sam sighed heavily. 

 "My! but he's got a mean disposition," he said.  "He has quite spoiled MY day." 

 He chuckled wickedly, but Winthrop pretended not to hear, and his sister maintained an expression of utter dejection. 

 But to maintain an expression of utter dejection is very difficult when the sun is shining, when you are flying at the rate of forty miles an hour, and when in the cars you pass foolish youths wave Yale flags at you, and take advantage of the day to cry:  "Three cheers for the girl in the blue hat!" 

 And to entirely remove the last trace of the gloom that Peabody had forced upon them, it was necessary only for a tire to burst. Of course for this effort, the tire chose the coldest and most fiercely windswept portion of the Pelham Road, where from the broad waters of the Sound pneumonia and the grip raced rampant, and where to the touch a steel wrench was not to be distinguished from a piece of ice. But before the wheels had ceased to complain, Winthrop and Fred were out of their fur coats, down on their knees, and jacking up the axle. 

 "On an expedition of this sort," said Brother Sam, "whatever happens, take it as a joke. Fortunately," he explained, "I don't understand fixing inner tubes, so I will get out and smoke. I have noticed that when a car breaks down, there is always one man who paces up and down the road and smokes. His hope is to fool passing cars into thinking that the people in his car stopped to admire the view." 

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