“I haven’t an idea what to look for—or where the trouble might be,” she said. “But I think we had better investigate.”
Both girls got up anxiously, and stepped around in front of the car. A glance informed them immediately of the cause of their distress; the front tire was as flat as a burst balloon.
“A puncture!” exclaimed Daisy, woefully.
“Yes, here is the tack!” cried Florence. “No wonder that the wheel wouldn’t go straight!”
They surveyed it for a moment in dismay, wondering whether they would be able to repair it.
“Did you ever fix a puncture, Daisy?” asked Florence, although she was almost sure that the reply would be in the negative.
“Never!” replied the other. “Did you?”
“No, sad to relate!”
“And we don’t know where Lily keeps her things—that’s the worst of it. Still, I’ve often seen it done. And, as Marj always says, what other girls can do, Girl Scouts can surely do!”
They began to rummage in the tool box, taking out every sort of tool which they thought might be necessary. Finally Florence found the jack.