"Blossom was A1," exulted Verity.
"And Janie was simply ripping. Dad thought no end of her. Didn't you, Dad?"
"Well, I'm glad we made something of a record," admitted Ingred.
"I say," declared Beatrice, hastily finishing her bun, "if that clock's right, we must bolt for our train."
"As a matter of fact, it's one minute slow," exclaimed Linda, consulting her watch. "You'll have to sprint."
"Aren't you coming?"
"No, we have our car here. It's outside."
"Those girls will hardly catch their train," remarked Mr. Slater to Linda, as the three went to the pay desk to settle for their buns. "Couldn't we stow them into the car, and take them along with us?"
"Oh, no, Dad!" frowned Linda. "There really isn't room. You promised you'd call at Brantbury and bring Gerald and Eustace back for the afternoon. We couldn't cram them all in the car!"
"There isn't time for them to get the train."