“We ought to be safe then,” remarked Daisy, with a sigh of relief. “Unless the garage burns down!”
“Daisy, how can you suggest such a thing!” cried Ethel. “Wait till we get upstairs! If I don’t put your head under the cold water spigot—”
“Just try and catch me!” challenged the other, darting nimbly up the stairs.
But when the girls reached their rooms they discovered that they were too tired to romp; the seriousness of their undertaking, the prospect of the trip through the desert which was before them, dampened their spirits, and they lost no time in getting into bed.
Marjorie had promised to awaken them with her alarm clock, but she found the summons unnecessary. Long before eight, they were all dressed, ready for their departure.
“Who drives today?” asked Lily, as they were finishing their breakfast.
“Ethel,” replied Marjorie, without a moment’s hesitation.
“Then, Ethel,” remarked Lily, “you have to go out and get the car and bring it around to us!”
“And be sure to have plenty of gas!” cautioned Florence.
“And don’t forget oil!” added someone.