“Wait a minute. Suppose I take those heels off your shoes. Couldn’t you walk better then?”
“Oh, fiddlesticks! I’m accustomed to high heels. I can walk in them all right.”
“Yes; and, first thing you know, they’ll throw you, and you’ll twist your foot, and sprain your ankle——”
“Well, then you will have to carry me,” said Patty, laughing. “But, before we start, do let’s try once more to make the car go. Maybe it’s nothing but perverseness.”
But their efforts were unavailing, and Camilla stood stock-still in the middle of the road, as if she never intended to move again.
“It would be like the One-Hoss-Shay,” said Patty, “only in that, you know, every part dropped to pieces; and here nothing’s the matter with any part.”
“But there must be something the matter,” declared Philip, who was once again examining the batteries; “and, by jingo, Patty,—I’ve found it!”
“You have! What is it?”
“Why, the battery strap has separated, that’s all!”
“What is the battery strap? I don’t see any strap.”