“Well, we would have our trip, anyhow. We wouldn’t be expected to turn back just for that.”
“I don’t know,” answered Florence. “Let’s rest for a while, and attack it later on. Maybe a woman will come along—”
“Or maybe the girls will miss us and come back to help.”
“Or—maybe—maybe—” Florence strained her eyes—“yes! Daisy! Here comes the red car!”
“Not the one Alice has been so excited about?” Daisy jumped to her feet in her emotion.
“Yes, it is! And what’s more, they’re slowing down!”
“Oh, Flos, let’s let them help us! I’m so tired. And the rules that old lady made are so ridiculous—she must be crazy!”
“Yes, I’d agree she was sort of crazy; who else would pay the expenses of six unknown people across the continent, just for the pleasure of presenting them with automobiles? We may never see the cars, anyway!—Still—I almost believe this may be some sort of trap, as Alice thinks. Maybe the boys are going to try to tempt us.”
“Well, then we won’t give in!” announced Daisy, with sudden energy. “I’m not going to accept their help if I have to stay here a month!”
“That’s the spirit!” cried Florence.