It was a somewhat long story, and Jimmy had all he could do to keep sufficient attention on the car to prevent an accident.

When Bundle had finished he sighed⁠—then looked at her searchingly.

“Bundle?”

“Yes?”

“Look here, you’re not pulling my leg?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry,” apologised Jimmy, “but it seems to me as though I’d heard it all before⁠—in a dream, you know.”

“I know,” said Bundle sympathetically.