Several minutes later Tom reappeared, streaked with grease but triumphant.
“Try it now,” he suggested.
But the car refused to obey the summons to action.
“Lizzie certainly isn’t a lady!” Janet declared impatiently. “Maybe she wants to be coaxed.”
“I’ve got it!” Gale said suddenly with a snap of her fingers.
“Goodness, hold onto it whatever it is,” Phyllis begged.
Gale grinned sheepishly. “We should have thought of it, sooner. I’ll wager we haven’t any gas.”
Tom looked at the tank and laughed. “Dry as the desert,” he declared. “But there is a five-gallon can in the bunkhouse. I’ll get it.”
The gas tank was filled and the engine responded readily now to Gale’s pressure on the starter. They said their goodbyes again.
“Goodbye, goodbye, parting is such sweet sorrow,” Janet said sorrowfully, clinging to Virginia’s hand.