“It’s getting rusty already,” Janet said.
“Well, there is one consolation,” Carol murmured, “the horn can never rust away.”
“Why not?” Janet wanted to know.
“Because it’ll break up in honks!” Carol answered.
Carol had been sitting on the porch step with Janet, but suddenly she found herself catapulted into the dust.
“That’s for that terrible joke,” Janet said firmly. “Another one like that and we will make you ride on the rear bumper.”
“We better get going,” Madge put in. “It is getting late.”
The girls had had such a good time and they had grown fond of Virginia. It was hard to say goodbye.
“I wish you were coming East with us,” Gale said sadly.
“Couldn’t you?” Phyllis asked eagerly.