When they returned, the girls were waiting for them.
“Couldn’t we all go in one car?” asked Frances. “It seems a shame to be separated! And there are only eight of us!”
But Roger expressed instant disapproval. He was counting on having Doris beside him on the front seat, and he did not care to sacrifice his plan.
“Well, maybe it will be better to take both cars,” remarked Marjorie. “We’re not big, but our coats are!”
“Miss Sands, will you ride with me?” asked Roger boldly.
“Thank you,” said Doris, and she stepped into his car.
The young couple were surprised to see all the others climb into Jack’s machine, laughing in high good humor at the joke they had played in leaving them alone together—a joke, however, which suited Roger immensely, and which was not unpleasing to Doris.
The machines started together; Jack, who was more familiar with the roads, took the lead. They drove along the principal business streets of the town, and stopped at one or two of the principal shops. Finally, they left the houses and stores behind, and, following an unfrequented road, made for the open country. They rode for over an hour, laughing and chatting gayly. Jack was in his element.
“I really think your brother likes being the only boy among us all,” teased Ethel.
“How about Roger?” asked Jack.