“Oh, yes, I know the way after we reach Blue Lake. Here we go, then!”
Patty took the turn Philip had indicated, and, as she did so, she caught the last glimpse of the other three cars disappearing in the distance as they went home by the same road they came.
The road she had turned into was far more picturesque and beautiful, and, as this portion of it was new to her, she was delighted to see it.
“What high hills!” she exclaimed. “Why, they’re almost mountains!”
“Hardly that; but they are fairly high hills, to be so near the seashore. Don’t you want me to drive, Patty? This road has sharp corners, and around these hills it’s hard to see anybody coming.”
“No, I’ll drive and you keep a watch out. We haven’t met a car yet.”
“No, and I wonder at it. Usually there are lots of racers and touring cars along here. But, of course, it’s early in the season for them.”
“How is that you are so familiar with this locality? You seem to know all about it.”
“I spent a summer down here some years ago. That’s how I knew where that picnic ground is. Look out, there’s a bad place in the road!”
But Patty had already seen it, and was skilfully steering so as to avoid it.