“That it can see that all is well for the little one!” explained Daisy.
Marjorie released her brakes, and again both cars made a start. They were on a beautiful road now shaded by tall trees, and lined with imposing dwellings.
“If it’s all like this, the trip will be more than delightful!” exclaimed Alice, as she shifted her gaze from one side of the road to the other, in admiration of the beautiful lawns and lovely houses. “Why, I’d be satisfied with one of the lodge-keepers’ houses to live in!”
“Well, I’m afraid it’s not all quite so nice as this,” replied Marjorie. “You know Pennsylvania is one of the states that is noted for its wonderful scenery.”
“That reminds me,” said Daisy, “don’t we pass through the town where Ethel’s college is located?”
“Bryn Mawr? I should say we do. You know the town is called by the same name. It’s right after we pass through Haverford—”
“Where the men’s college is?” inquired Alice.
“Yes; the Quaker college. We’ll keep a watch out for it.”
The girls were reducing their speed now in compliance with the fifteen miles an hour regulation enforced in the towns, and they found ample opportunity to look about them. It was no wonder, therefore, as they were just about to enter the most congested part of Haverford, that they noticed a small, bright red racing car flash by them at a prohibitive pace.
“I wonder what their hurry is,” remarked Marjorie. “I noticed that car behind us quite a while ago.”