Jane leaped back into the car, from which she had descended, giving her father an affectionate hug and a kiss. Then she suddenly threw in the clutch and sprang out. The car shot ahead, lurching from side to side of the narrow logging road, greeted with shouts of delight from Jane, her father making frantic efforts to regain control of it, which he finally did after threatening to wreck it. He shook a fist over his shoulder at Jane, then disappeared around a bend in the road.
"Isn't he the prize old dad?" laughed Jane, a suspicious moisture appearing on her eye-lashes.
"He ith too eathy with you, that ith what ith the matter with him," declared Tommy abruptly.
"Of course he is," admitted Jane. "He is afraid to be otherwise. Let's go back and see what's going on. It looks like a regular circus. What time do they feed the animals?"
"Dinner is at half past six, if that is what you mean," replied Harriet rather severely. "May I make a suggestion or two, Jane?"
"Sure you may. Is it a lecture?"
"A sort of lecture."
"Advance your spark. I'm in on the back seat."
"You should try to control yourself here. The girls will think you unfit to associate with them if you are so boisterous. Besides, Mrs. Livingston will not tolerate it."
"What, be a goody-goody girl?" demanded Jane, opening her eyes in amazement.