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 "Oh, Larry, a real motor! Just as if it was our own?"

Claire felt a little pang of regret as she studied Mrs. Larry's radiant face. How much this friend had done for her, yet she could not place the family car at her disposal. It was rarely used for such unselfish purposes, but must be always at the command of her mother and sisters for calls, shopping and the briefest errands. She suddenly realized that Mrs. Larry was addressing her personally.

"Think of it, Claire—a whole perfect day in the country, with everything coming out of the soft brown earth to find the sunlight. It may not mean so much to you, for all your friends have machines. But you'll go with us—because the trip may prove profitable. And I'll take the babies, and, yes, Lena—she has been so faithful, and—is it a seven-passenger car, Larry?"

"It is, but it won't hold the entire block."

"No-o—only Teresa Moore."

"Teresa goes. This is your party!"

So it happened that the next Sunday morning Mrs. Larry, with eyes shining, carried her "thrift party" off on the most delightful excur-