"But we manage to wriggle our way through the broken glass, don't we, Molliekins?"
Mollie nodded and smiled. The wind was still howling without. In the pause of conversation the girls listened. Suddenly Ruth sprang up.
"I have forgotten two things," she exclaimed. "I must go out and put the storm curtains on Mr. A. Bubble and telephone father that Bubble must go to the shop."
"You didn't have another accident?" inquired Barbara anxiously.
"No. I blew up the two rear tires and came in on the rims. Oh, girls, I wish you might have been along. No, I don't, either. I'm afraid the car wouldn't have stood up under that additional weight. It was great!"
"Did—did you go some?" questioned Mollie.
"Did we? Ask Tom! I'll wager that young man's head is whirling still. I never thought we should make it, but I was bound not to set back the spark a single notch until I either turned turtle in the ditch or got Mr. Stevens here to help find you, Bab. We made it, didn't we, Tommy boy?" Tom had just entered the room to see what was going on.
"You bet we did," answered Tom.
"Would you like to ride so fast as that another time?" questioned Ruth merrily.
"Well, maybe in a railroad train," answered Tommy.