By the way,
Miss Sumner, you are to consider George and that car as your personal
property. I fear you're going to find Sequoia a dull place; so
whenever you wish to go for a ride, just call me up, and I'll have
George report to you."
"But think of all the expensive gasoline and tires!"
"Oh, but you mustn't look at things from that angle after you cross
the Rocky Mountains on your way west. Moreover, mine is the only real
car in the country, and I know you like it. What are you going to do
this afternoon?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought that far ahead."
"For some real sport I would suggest that you motor up to Laguna
Grande. That's Spanish for Big Lagoon, you know. Take a rod with you.
There are some land-locked salmon in the lagoon--that is, there used
to be; and if you hook one you'll get a thrill."
"But I haven't any rod."
"I'll send you over a good one."
"But I have nobody to teach me how to use it," she hinted daringly.
"I appreciate that compliment," he flashed back at her, "but
unfortunately my holidays are over for a long, long time. I took my
father's place in the business this morning."
"So soon?"
"Yes. Things have been happening while I was away. However, speaking
of fishing, George Sea Otter will prove an invaluable instructor.
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