“Tell me what you think of this. They told us at the garage last night that the girls weren’t coming for their car until eight o’clock. If we go for ours at six, we’ll have two hours to fool around before they come, and two hours of waiting will seem like ten. Let’s get our car, drive a little piece down the street, and wait there until we see what girl comes for the car. If it’s Marjorie or Ethel, we can show ourselves, find out how things are going, and make sure there has been no change of plans.”
“Fine!” agreed John. “And if it’s Marjorie who comes for the car, we can show her ours. She’ll be glad to know we have been so lucky.”
“Great! And won’t her eyes pop out when she sees it! She’ll think we have hers. I’ll have a little fun with her.”
“If you can be separated from those hot-cakes, let’s be going. We want to be at the garage just at six o’clock, and show that man Tom we were in earnest.”
As the last piece of syrupy hot-cake disappeared from his plate, Jack looked up in horror.
“Say! We forgot something!”
“What?”
“Suppose the garage burned down last night and our cars were destroyed!”
“Of all the fool notions,” laughed John, “you certainly can think up the darndest!”
“What would General Grant have said in a case like that?”