"Just the same, it might have been a good idea to have brought some cushions along," said Mollie ruefully. "We might have strapped them on and used them the way you do life savers—in case of emergency."
"My, you must be having a wonderful time," drawled Grace. "Have some candy Mollie—it may help your courage."
"My courage doesn't need any help, thank you," snapped Mollie, adding wickedly: "Just for that we ought to make you ride out here."
"Goodness, don't!" cried Betty, as she swung the car around a corner and started once more toward home. "The punishment wouldn't fit the crime, Mollie. Besides, we'll be back in a few minutes. Girls, she runs like a dream!"
"She's a wonder," agreed Mollie. "I guess there's just about no limit to the speed she's capable of."
"Do you want me to let her out?" queried Betty wickedly, but both Amy and Mollie protested vehemently.
"Some other time," said Mollie, "when we're not hanging on by our eyelids!"
A few minutes more, and they were again turning into the Nelson drive, which, by the way, Betty took much more expertly this time. As the car slowed, Amy and Mollie dropped off and Amy opened the door for Lady Grace, who descended slowly.
"Well, how do you like it?" cried Betty, jumping out in her turn and regarding her new possession with shining eyes. "Do you think she'll do?"
"Do!" they cried, and Mollie added, patting the smooth side of the car with admiring fingers: