“Do you know, Flos,” she said slowly, “I believe that you’re turning those nuts the wrong way!”
Florence stopped for a moment and frowned.
“I believe you’re right, Daisy,” she acceded. “Yes—I guess I am!”
Then both girls laughed unrestrainedly.
“Let me try,” suggested Daisy. “You’re all worn-out.”
But try as they did for the next fifteen minutes, they could not unloosen all of the bolts that held the tire rim fast. At last they sat down in despair on the step of the car, and wiped the perspiration from their foreheads.
“I’m about ready to give up,” admitted Daisy. “I’m all in.”
“So am I,” agreed Florence. “Shall we ask the next man that comes along?”
“I certainly hate to give in, but I’d almost be tempted to accept an offer if we got one.”
“And forfeit our hope of winning the machines?” Florence reminded her. “Oh, surely, Daisy, we’re too good sports for that.”