“What’s the matter with that girl and her car?” demanded Lance, as Chet slowed down.
“It’s Hester. Mr. Grimes has bought a car at last, I understand,” said Laura, leaning over the back of the seat and speaking to the boys. “Is she in trouble, do you think?”
“I’ll bet she is!” exclaimed Lance.
“And out on this road alone. Where’s the chauffeur?” said Chet.
“And if the wind should change!” cried Nellie Agnew.
“By Jove, that’s so!” ejaculated Chet, bringing his car to a full stop right beside the stalled auto.
“Hullo, Miss Grimes!” he sang out. “Can we help you? What’s the matter with your car?”
Hester saw it was useless to refuse to see them then. Besides, she did not want to be stalled there for hours.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to find out,” she said, pointedly speaking to the boy, not to the girls.
“Great machines,” drawled Lance. “When you think you know all about ’em they kick up and give you a lot of trouble. Isn’t that so, Chet?”