“You surely have. The trolleys do not run that far, so how—?”
Dorothy paused, perplexed.
“There are other means of locomotion,” said Aunt Betty in her most tantalizing tone.
“Yes; we might walk,” laughed the girl, “but I dare say we shall not.”
“No; we are going in an automobile.”
“In an automobile? Oh, I’m so glad, auntie. I—I—” Dorothy paused and assumed a serious expression. “Why, auntie, dear, wherever are we to get an automobile? You surely cannot afford so expensive a luxury?”
“You are quite right; I cannot.”
“Then—?”
“But Gerald and Aurora Blank have a nice new car, and they have offered to pilot our little party across the state.”