“I am only part American, Uncle,” said Lucia, soberly and with emphasis. “I am also the daughter of Count Coletti!”
Chauncey Allen, understanding that only Kathryn and Betty would be in their car, asked two of his friends to accompany him. When they appeared at the Allen house Kathryn wanted to know “how come,” as Chauncey reported to Chet Dorrance later on.
“I have to have somebody, don’t I, to keep me in countenance before all those girls. Moreover, I want help in making the fires.”
“We girls are perfectly capable of making the fires.”
“Honestly, Kit, don’t you like it?”
“Yes, I really do, but I don’t know whether it’s proper or not, or whether Miss Fox will like it or not.”
“She knows I’m going to drive, don’t she?”
“Doesn’t she, you mean. Yes. Oh, I suppose it’s all right, if we can get all the things in.”
“Wait till you see us fix ’em!”
Thus Kathryn and Betty had three escorts and a goodly amount of supplies. It was cold riding in the early morning, but the girls wore warm knickers and sweaters and drew over the blankets which the car was furnished. It was a jolly ride. Betty had scarcely seen all summer these boys with whom she had become acquainted at the freshman parties and other meetings of her first year at Lyon High. Kathryn’s brother had been at a boys’ camp. Chet had been away with his mother and brother, Ted, of the romantic disaster. The other boy was “Mickey” Carlin, whom Betty did not know so well; but Mickey was full of fun and contributed his share of life to the occasion.