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“That’s the trouble on a small track,” he said–“we can’t crowd ’em. A dozen cars will be about the limit. Even with using the cattle pens for repair pits we can’t look after more than a dozen. Did I tell you Heckert had entered his Bonor?”

“No!” we exclaimed. As far as Aggie and I were concerned, the Bonor might have been a new sort of dog.

“Yes, and Johnson his Sampler. It’s going to be some race–eh, what!”

Jasper sauntered over that evening, possibly a late result of the cake, after all. He greeted us affably, as if his defection of the past week had been merely incidental, and sat down on the steps.

“I’ve been thinking, Ellis,” he said, “that I’d like to enter my car.”

“What!” said Ellis. “Not that–“

“My racer. I’m not much for speed, but there’s a sort of feeling in the town that the locality ought to be represented. As I’m the only owner of a speed car–“

“Speed car!” said Ellis, and chuckled. “My dear boy, we’ve got Heckert with his ninety-horse-power Bonor!”

“Never heard of him.” Jasper lighted a cigarette. “Anyhow, what’s that to me? I don’t like to race. I’ve got less speed mania than any owner of a race car you ever met. But the honor of the town seems to demand a sacrifice, and I’m it.”

“You can try out for it anyhow,” said Ellis. “I don’t think you’ll make it; but, if you qualify, all right. But don’t let any other town people, from a sense of mistaken local pride, enter a street roller or a traction engine.”

Jasper colored, but kept his temper.

Aggie, however, spoke up indignantly. “Mr. McCutcheon’s car was a very fine racer when it was built.”

“De mortuis nil nisi bonum,” remarked Mr. Ellis, and getting up said good-night.

Jasper sat on the steps and watched him disappear. Then he turned to Tish.

“Miss Letitia,” he said, “do you think you are wise to drive that racer of his the way you have been doing?”

Aggie gave a little gasp and promptly sneezed, as she does when she is excited.

“I?” said Tish.

“You!” he smiled. “Not that I don’t admire your courage. I do. But the other day, now, when you lost a tire and went into the ditch–“

“Tish!” from Aggie.

“–you were fortunate. But when a racer turns over the results are not pleasant.”

“As a matter of fact,” said Tish coldly, “it was a wheat-field, not a ditch.”

Jasper got up and threw away his cigarette. “Well, our departing friend is not the only one who can quote Latin,” he said. “Verbum sap., Miss Tish. Good-night, everybody. Good-night, Bettina.”

Bettina’s good-night was very cool. As I went up to bed that night, I thought Jasper’s chances poor indeed. As for Tish, I endeavored to speak a few word of remonstrance to her, but she opened her Bible and began to read the lesson for the day and I was obliged to beat a retreat.

It was that night that Aggie and I, having decided the situation was beyond us, wrote a letter to Charlie Sands asking him to come up. Just as I was sealing it Bettina knocked and came in. She closed the door behind her and stood looking at us both.

“Where is Miss Tish?” she asked.

“Reading her Bible,” I said tartly. “When Tish is up to some mischief, she generally reads an extra chapter or two as atonement.”

“Is she–is she always like this?”

“The trouble is,” explained Aggie gently, “Miss Letitia is an enthusiast. Whatever she does, she does with all her heart.”

“I feel so responsible,” said Bettina. “I try to look after her, but what can I do?”

“There is only one thing to do,” I assured her–“let her alone. If she wants to fly, let her fly; if she wants to race, let her race–and trust in Providence.”

“I’m afraid Providence has its hands full!” said Bettina, and went to bed.

For the remainder of that week nothing was talked of in Morris Valley but the approaching race. Some of Eliza Bailey’s friends gave fancy-work parties for us, which Aggie and I attended. Tish refused, being now openly at the race-track most of the day. Morris Valley was much excited. Should it wear motor clothes, or should it follow the example of the English Derby and the French races and wear its afternoon reception dress with white kid gloves? Or–it being warm–wouldn’t lingerie clothes and sunshades be most suitable?