“That only weaklings faint away,” finished the lieutenant.
“Is that all you had in your mind beside thought of food?” Emma came back spiritedly.
“No, not all. What I really was about to say, was that this outfit should have a name.”
“Perhaps we already have a name among certain persons who have smelled our powder,” twinkled Grace Harlowe.
“I too have been thinking that we, as an organization, should call ourselves something,” agreed Elfreda.
“Aren’t we the Overseas Girls?” questioned Nora.
“Not now. We may be all at sea, but we are not overseas,” answered Grace.
“I move we call ourselves the Rough Rider Patrol,” suggested Hippy.
“Awful!” objected Emma. “This is not a part of the State Constabulary.”
“I have it!” cried Hippy. “You’ll say it’s a stroke of genius when you hear it. I have the name that fits this outfit from the ground up. ‘The Automobile Girls on Horseback,’ that’s the name for you children,” glowed Hippy.