“Then wipe that chocolate icing off your tie,” Madge said laughingly.
“Look. Here they come. What in the world is Phyllis carrying?” Carol demanded wonderingly.
“A cactus,” Janet giggled. “What are you going to do with that?” she asked.
“Take it home with me,” Phyllis grinned, “for a souvenir. You can sit on it in the car,” she invited.
“Thoughtful of you,” Janet grimaced.
“There’s your tire all fixed,” Tom said, dusting himself off as he straightened up from his work.
“Gee, I’m glad it went flat here and not ten miles away,” Phyllis sighed. “Just think, we might have had to fix it.”
“I hope the old thing holds together until we reach Phoenix,” Janet said, looking the car over. “I wouldn’t want to walk.”
“Why that car is good for years yet,” Carol declared, a twinkle in her eye.
“Sure, if it just sits in the garage,” agreed Phyllis.