A Rolling Stone by B. M. Croker

Miss Parrett felt slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable when people remarked how seldom her motor was seen! "Was it not satisfactory? " they inquired. The old lady also recognised that her chauffeur was doing the work of a really capital gardener, and was Susan's right hand; this annoyed her excessively. She disliked the idea that her employé was slaving to please her sister; and accordingly changed her tactics, gave instructions for the car to go out twice a week with Miss Susan and Miss Morven, or Miss Susan and Mrs. Ramsay.

Susan and her niece had promptly availed themselves of this permission, and seized the opportunity of penetrating into far-away villages and to distant country seats; and the poor old motor, at their request, was racketted along at its best speed, as they were bound to be in Ottinge before dark, in order that the car might be washed. If they, by any chance, were a little late, they were received at the hall door by Miss Parrett, in cold silence, watch in hand.