“Three guesses!”
“Not those young men who own that red racer?” she asked, almost contemptuously.
“The very same,” laughed Alice.
“How did they get here?” inquired Mrs. Remington.
“I don’t know—except that their car brought them,” returned Ethel.
“They certainly do follow us!” exclaimed Marjorie. “And I tell you what,” she added emphatically, “I’m getting sick of them! Every time that there is a misfortune, they are on hand. Something else will probably go wrong now!”
“Something else has gone wrong,” answered Lily. “I wanted to move the car out to have it washed, and I found that there was water in the carburetor. I mentioned it to the young men, and they wanted to fix it—”
“You didn’t, let them?” interrupted Marjorie sharply.
“Mercy no! If we lose our rewards I want it to be for reason which we couldn’t help—not because we were weak enough to accept assistance from men.”
“Here they all come!” announced Alice, suddenly. “The girls look happy enough!”