"I'll spin it," Bob suggested. They worked for nearly fifteen minutes, but the car would not budge.
"I know I did something to it," Lois turned tearfully to Polly; "now we'll never get home."
"Oh, yes we will; we can get some one to pull us, I guess," Polly comforted her. "Maybe there's no more gasoline," she said to Bob.
The boys looked at each other and then burst out laughing. Jim investigated the tank and then took off his hat and bowed respectfully to Polly.
"You are quite right; there is no gas, and I'm a—well—I'm a very brilliant driver. Will you please tell me how you ever thought of it?"
Polly laughed. "Why, that's what always happens to Uncle Roddy's car when he goes out," she said. "He never remembers the gas. Sometimes he pulls the poor car to pieces before he thinks of it."
Jim felt comforted.
"Well, I guess I'll go see what I can do about getting some. Bob, you stay here with the girls."
"Somebody has to call up Aunt Kate," Polly reminded them, "we won't be home by four, and she'll be worried."
"Then Bob's got to do it," Jim said, decidedly. "I'll never be able to face her after all my promises."