Virginia shook her head. “No can do. But maybe I can visit you some time. I hope you can come out here again, too.”
“You will let us know how Bobby gets along in school?” Val asked. “We’ll want to know.”
“Of course,” Virginia assured them. “I want you all to write to me, too. Don’t forget.”
After their goodbyes were over the girls piled into the car, Gale at the wheel. Ineffectively she pressed her foot on the starter. There was a whirr but the engine refused to break into the longed-for roar. The girls exchanged exasperated glances.
“I suppose we’ll have to get out and push,” Carol groaned.
“Nothing doing!” Janet balked at the suggestion. “What’s the matter with the old thing anyway, Gale?”
Gale replied with a shrug of her shoulders and climbed out. She opened the engine hood and looked at the complicated array of gadgets. She knew a little, not much, about an automobile engine.
“Everything looks all right,” Tom declared. “I’ll get under and see what’s what.”
“How’s it?” Phyllis asked, leaning over the door.
“A couple bolts loose,” Tom yelled back.