A Real Cinderella by Nina Rhoades

It was a lovely June afternoon, and an automobile was bowling swiftly along the Hudson Boulevard, away from the big, noisy city. It was a large touring-car, and in it were four persons. On the front seat were a lady and gentleman, the latter of whom was running the car himself, and in the back were a little girl and a maid. The little girl, to whom motoring was still a novelty, was looking about her in wide-eyed interest, and uttering little ejaculations of delight every few seconds.

"Isn't it beautiful, Higgins? " she cried, turning to the maid. "I didn't know there were such beautiful places anywhere near New York, did you?"