“I knew her theory was a wild one,” remarked Florence. “Alice does fly off the handle, you know. Maybe she takes after that aunt of hers.”
“And aren’t you crazy to see the others and tell them all about it?” asked Daisy. “Our puncture did one good thing, anyhow. Now, let’s work fast.”
The rest and the fresh impetus to work gave the girls new courage, and they attacked the remainder of their task with added energy. In a very few minutes they succeeded in getting the tire off; after that it was a simple matter to adjust the spare, gather up their tools and go on.
After this rather extended delay, they naturally did not expect to catch up to the other car for some time, and were therefore greatly surprised to see it in less than ten minutes. Florence blew her horn continuously until she attracted the other girls’ attention; then Ethel stopped and waited for her to pull up along side of her car. A moment later they were comparing experiences.
“And did our friends of the bright red car stop and offer to help you?” asked Florence, casually, careful however to keep her eyes fastened upon Alice. The latter started visibly.
“No!” she cried. “Did they to you?”
“Yes—and we refused them.”
“Naturally,” replied Marjorie. “But did you get their names?”
Florence handed the cards to the girls in the other machine, while she told of their reason for such zigzag driving as they were engaging in.
“I don’t believe in any fraternity story!” exclaimed Alice. “Those are assumed names! They’re—they’re—”