Lance ran the sight-seeing automobile carefully and delivered it to Mr. Purcell, the owner, in good season. The man who should have driven it, but who was taken ill, had been removed to the hospital from the inn in the woods.
"I understand one of those girls played the heroine and stopped the car," said the automobile owner.
"Yes, sir," replied Lance. "That was one of the Lockwood twins."
"Which one was it? I'd like to thank her, at least," said Mr. Purcell.
"Couldn't tell you," laughed Lance.
"Why couldn't you? Sworn to secrecy, young man?" demanded Mr. Purcell.
"No, sir. But the twins themselves seem to be. Nobody knows them apart, and they won't tell on each other. One of them is the heroine, but which one nobody knows," and Lance Darby went off laughing.
Meanwhile the twins themselves walked briskly home from the schoolhouse where the party of young folk had separated. On the way they met a girl a little older than themselves, hurrying in the opposite direction.
"Here's Billy Long's sister, Alice," whispered Dora to Dorothy.
"Oh, dear me!" replied Dorothy. "I suppose she has had to work late at the paper box factory. And how she must feel——"