"Now, of course," Nan said firmly, "some street car must go within walking distance of Grace's house."
"Of course, but which car?" demanded Bess.
"That is the question, isn't it?" laughed Nan.
"One of these taxi-cabs could take us," suggested Bess.
"But they cost so much," objected her friend. "And we can't read those funny clocks they have and the chauffeur could overcharge us all he pleased. Besides," Nan added, "I don't like their looks."
"Looks of what—the taxis?"
"The chauffeurs," responded Nan, promptly.
"We-ell, we've got to go somehow—and trust to somebody," Bess said reflectively. "I wonder should we go to that hotel where we stayed that week with mother? They would take us in I suppose."
"But goodness! why should we be so helpless?" demanded Nan. "I'm sure two boys would start right out and find their way to Grace's."
"Would you dare?" cried Bess.