“Say!” whispered Nan to Bess. “He’s an awfully slow thing, isn’t he? I don’t see how he makes any money tooling people around in this auto.”
“What’s bothering me,” whispered Bess, “is how we’re going to pay him? I haven’t but twenty cents left. You know I bought candy on the train, beside that lunch.”
“Not having wasted my money in riotous living,” laughed Nan, “I can pay him all right.”
The automobile whisked through the streets of the lower town in a few moments. They passed the lumbering ’bus with a scornful toot of the horn. In the suburbs they went even faster, although they were climbing the bluff all the time.
Lakeview Hall was alight now, and as they approached it between the great granite posts at the foot of the private driveway it looked more friendly.
A honk of the automobile-horn in notification of their approach, and immediately the cluster of incandescent lights under the reflector on the great front porch blazed into life. The wide entrance to the Hall, and all the vicinity, was radiantly illumined.
“Goodness!” ejaculated Nan. “I guess they do meet us with a brass band!”
For, with shouts of welcome, and a great flutter of frocks and ribbons, a troop of girls ran out of the Hall to welcome the newcomers.
“Here she is, girls!”
“Walter’s the boy to do an errand right!”