“She is,” he answered. And then they fell to talking of the little maid and what they hoped the outing would do for her.
The tire was in place, the men were putting on their coats. “Whew, but it’s hot!” ejaculated Russell, wiping his forehead with his grimy handkerchief. “I supposed my tires were in good con—”
“Bang!”
There was a scream from Polly’s car, a series of screams, and she and the Doctor ran ahead together. The rest came up.
“Don’t be frightened, dears! It’s only a tire.”
“I thought I was shot!” wailed Jozy. “So did I!” chimed in Grissel.
“Pretty big blow-out,” said Russell. He pulled off his coat that was on only one arm.
Dr. Abbe regarded it ruefully. “Wish I knew how to help,” he said.
“It’s a shame—” began Polly.