“It certainly is!” exclaimed Marjorie indignantly, stepping back to look it over.
“Why, the man did say it belonged to some girls, now that I think of it!” exclaimed Jack. “But he said they wouldn’t need it for a few weeks!”
“What man?” demanded Marjorie, her eyes flashing.
“In the garage there,” replied Jack.
“The villain!” cried the enraged girl, starting off immediately for the garage.
“Hold on a minute, Sis!”
Marjorie turned and saw them laughing at her. She stood frowning at them a moment, and came back again.
“I should know my own brother by this time. What trick are you trying to play on us?”
“Did you think that after they made your car, they broke the mold?” asked Jack.
“Why, is this another one just like ours?” cried Marjorie, delighted.