The big maroon car glided along in such perfect rhythm that Cora Kimball, the fair driver of the Whirlwind, heard scarcely a sound of its mechanical workings. To her the car went noiselessly-the perfection of its motion was akin to the very music of silence. Hazel Hastings was simply sumptuous in the tonneau-she had spread every available frill and flounce, but there was still plenty of unoccupied space on the luxuriously cushioned "throne."