Part V

The garage was blue. Alice asked why. The man did not know right now. But he dragged her by her thin arm through the doorway and into the house. What a strange little mountain house this was! Alice couldn't think of anything mountain-ier. And there was that man who called himself her father, making a tall glass of lemonade and doing all kinds of calculations in his head.

"One and forty-five, also, I need to check the formula of the radiator fluid."

Alice thought about this briefly.

Formula

A plan for doing hard things.

What was the man going to do?