FLAT TIRES.
CHAPTER V
FLAT TIRES.
When the bright red car passed the girls for the second time since their encampment, they one and all stopped eating to watch it until it was out of sight. Alice Endicott was the first to speak.
“Now do you believe me?” she challenged.
“Believe that they are your cousins, just because we have passed them four times?” asked Marjorie, skeptically.
“They have passed us” corrected the other; “not we them. Doesn’t it look to you as if we were being spied on?”
“No, it doesn’t,” returned Marjorie. “If it isn’t coincidence, it is because they admire our looks!”
“But it’s too often to be coincidence,” persisted Alice.
“No it isn’t either! Once Lily and I were going somewhere for luncheon—a place in the country, where we had to inquire our way—and do you know we went back and forth past one miserable little house four times, just following mistaken direction!”