“And water!” put in another.
Ethel raised her hands to her ears.
“That’s enough advice, please! Somebody get my bag, and I’ll meet you all there at the side steps.”
“Don’t forget the car!” teased Florence, provokingly.
The remark was only a jest, uttered with the hope of getting a rise out of Ethel; therefore none of the scouts was surprised to see her appear, two or three minutes later, without the car. It was so like Ethel to return tit for tat, and to keep them waiting, for punishment.
“Ethel, please don’t waste time,” remonstrated Mrs. Hart, nervous to be off.
“Yes—hurry!” cried Florence, in a tone of command.
But Ethel only stood still and shook her head.
“I can’t get the car,” she said, sadly; “because the car is gone!”
Marjorie looked up sharply; surely it was unlike Ethel to carry a joke so far.