“Look, do look up above us!” Mollie exclaimed.
Away above their heads something white sailed and circled in the air.
“It is Reginald Latham in his airship,” cried Grace.
“Well, Mr. Reginald Latham,” laughed Mollie, “an airship may do the business of the future; but for present purposes I’ll bet on the automobile.”
For hours “The Automobile Girls” drove steadily on. The roads were well marked with signposts. Ruth wished to make a nearby town away from the main line of travel.
At dusk they arrived in North Adams.
Ruth drove at once to a telegraph office, where she telegraphed to Miss Sallie: “Safe in North Adams with Eunice. Had a fine trip. Expect you and Mr. Latham in the morning. All is well. Do not worry. Ruth.”
Ruth and her friends put up at the Wilson House in North Adams. They explained to the hotel proprietor that they were staying in Lenox. Their aunt would join them the next day.
Five weary girls slept the sleep of the just.