“And we want to turn in early,” put in Ethel.
“At least if we can find a spot—” began Marjorie, squinting her eyes in all directions for a suitable location. “How about that little grove of trees over there?”
“Way over there?” demanded Alice incredulously, fixing her eyes upon the only trees anywhere near them. “That’s too far from the road—”
“You mean that you’re afraid?—”
“No, Marj—not for ourselves. But suppose the machines should be stolen!”
“Nonsense!” laughed the young lieutenant. “We could hear if they were. Besides, nobody steals cars out here—everybody owns them. And we have good locks.”
“All right! I’m game if everybody else is.”
The girls all pressed into the larger machine when supper was ready, and succeeded in finding some sort of places to sit. Alice and Daisy, it was true, were obliged to curl up on the floor.
“I’m glad that we bought plenty of food,” remarked Ethel. “We ought to have some left over.”
“Wait till you see how much I eat!” warned Alice. “I’m simply starved!”