The Outdoor Girls at the Hostess House; Or, Doing Their Best for the Soldiers

The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Outdoor Girls at the Hostess House, by Laura Lee Hope
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKE THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A MOTOR CAR THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A WINTER CAMP THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDA THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT OCEAN VIEW THE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON PINE ISLAND THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN ARMY SERVICE THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT THE HOSTESS HOUSE
THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS AT OAK FARM THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS SNOWBOUND THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS UNDER THE PALMS THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS AT ROCKY RANCH THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS AT SEA THE MOVING PICTURE GIRLS IN WAR PLAYS
Oh, Mollie, please be careful!
The big car skidded perilously around a sharp curve and chug-chugged merrily down the road.
Goodness, I've been careful so long I'm afraid it will grow on me, Mollie Billette, sometimes known as Billy, retorted, a determined set to her pretty chin. Someway, I've got to get it out of my system.
The automobile, a big seven-passenger car, belonged to Mollie, and the four Outdoor Girls, having secured a half-holiday from their work at the Hostess House, were out for recreation.
As may have been gathered, Mollie was driving. Amy Blackwell, fearful of an accident, was in the seat beside her, while Grace Ford and Betty Nelson, their beloved Little Captain, occupied the tonneau and amused themselves by laughing at Amy's fears.
Well, but you needn't take it out on us, Amy said in reply to Mollie's assertion. If you're going to take many more of those two-wheel turns, I'm going to get out and walk. Oh, Mol-lie! The speech ended in a wail, as Mollie wickedly rounded another curve, jolting Amy half out of her seat.
I don't know but what I agree with Amy, drawled Grace, from the tonneau, helping herself to a chocolate, upon which Betty's eye had just rested longingly. I've been bumped around so much I can't tell whether I'm a girl or a scrambled egg. Now, look what you did! A sudden lurch of the big car had sent the box of chocolates to the floor, where its contents rolled about aggravatingly at their feet. Come back here, Mollie Billette, and pick them up. That's the least—