"It is ten
o'clock already, and we won't be home before night if we don't hurry."
"Oh, all right," laughed Betty. "But if the car gives out before we
get back don't blame me, that's all."
"It would give me the greatest of pleasure," said Mollie with a
diabolical chuckle as her machine moved off down the street, "to have
every one in Deepdale see me towing your poor little flivver through
the town."
"Huh," sang back Betty scornfully as the roadster responded eagerly to
her touch, "they will have a great deal better chance of seeing me in
the lead with your great big jumbo tottering feebly at the end of a
rope."
They picked up Amy and Grace on the way and were soon flying swiftly
down the road in the direction of Professor Dempsey's tree-surrounded
home.
They were in rather good spirits at first, for now that they were
really on the way to doing something, though they were not quite sure
what, they felt relieved and almost gay.
But as the distance shortened between them and their destination, a
strange depression that they could neither explain nor brush away
settled down over them.
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