"At's all right, Cutie," said the young man. "Back in a minute."
He did from his place and ran back along the road for his hat. Gloria had been studying his methods of running the car and comparing it with his own. As soon as the driver started back, Gloria pressed the self-starter button and put the car into motion.
The man heard the engine sputter and he yelled, "Hey!" thinking the gasoline to blame. He was sure that he had forgotten to stop his engine and he was afraid that the car was running away with its pretty passenger. He ran after it, forgetting his hat in his alarm, lest Gloria be dashed to pieces on the side of the road. The clean way the car leaped across the hill and the hand Gloria waved in farewell reassured him as to her safety, but filled him with disgust and with fear that she were some new type of automobile thief.
Gloria's conscience was clear. The young impertinent had earned his punishment. The walk would do him good. She would restore his car to him by hunting up the owner of its number when she had time. If necessary, her father could buy the car. It was a nice car. She loved its appetite for miles and fed it well. And finally it brought her back to her home.
As she ran in through the gates she almost collided with her father's car. The piercing searchlight blinded her until she heard his voice from behind it. He welcomed her to his arms and was so glad to have her safely there again that it was several minutes before he began to scold her. 