"I say so!" agreed the young fellow, and after a few moments of general conversation, Mr. Nelson led him off toward the house, leaving the girls to themselves. And that, as Mollie afterward remarked, "was just the most beautiful thing he could have done!"
Before they had turned the corner of the house, Betty had clambered in behind the steering wheel and was bidding the girls follow.
In their excitement they all tried to climb in, forgetting that a car designed to seat two people cannot by any stretch of imagination accommodate four. Then suddenly realizing what an absurd picture they must be making, they began to laugh.
"Well, now what are we going to do?" wailed Mollie. "We can't all go at once."
"Of course you can," cried Betty busily examining her treasure, touching a lever here, a button there, with loving fingers. "What, may I ask, is the matter with the running boards?"
"Betty, you don't mean—"
"Yes, I do," firmly.
"But we can't—"
"Well, then I'll have to take one at a time," decided Betty, tooting the horn experimentally. "Come on—who goes first?"
"Oh, come on, we'll all go," cried Mollie dancing with impatience. "You get in beside Betty, Grace, since you're afraid of the running board, and Amy and I'll hang on somewhere. Come on, Amy. Be a sport, old girl."