Four people sat in the big, shining automobile. Three of them were men.
The fourth was a little girl. The little girl’s name was Maida Westabrook.
The three men were “Buffalo” Westabrook, her father, Dr. Pierce, her
physician, and Billy Potter, her friend. They were coming from Marblehead
Maida sat in one corner of the back seat gazing dreamily out at the
whirling country. She found it very beautiful and very curious. They were
going so fast that all the reds and greens and yellows of the autumn trees
melted into one variegated band. A moment later they came out on the
ocean. And now on the water side were two other streaks of color, one a
spongy blue that was sky, an...