"Yes, just throw them in," replied Mollie, carelessly, absorbed in testing out her engine. "Only leave room for Mrs. Ford, that's all."
Then, as Amy stopped to speak to Grace, Joe escorted Betty to her little racer and helped her into the driver's seat, though little help Betty needed or asked of anyone.
"It's rather a rough deal, isn't it?" he asked suddenly.
"What?" inquired Betty, surprised.
"Fate introduces us one minute, then snatches you away in the next, before I've had time for more than a word with you."
"Why, I remember several words we've had together," laughed Betty as she settled herself more comfortably in her seat. "Is there anything particular you want to say to me?"
Joe started to speak, evidently thought better of it, and looked up at her soberly.
"I've already told you more than I ever expected to tell any one," he said, and she stretched out an eager, sympathetic little hand to him.
"I know, and I have felt very proud of that confidence," she said earnestly.
"Then you will let me write to you and tell you how things are with me?"