"And have to walk miles to get it," Grace objected. "No, Betty, you'll have to think up something better than that."
"I wouldn't waste my time on such a lazy person, Betty," said Mollie, who was walking briskly ahead with Amy. "I suppose we might have brought the car," she added, after a minute, "only it seems foolish when you have to stop at every house you come to."
"It not only seems foolish—it is foolish," said Betty cheerily.
"Oh, I tell you what," cried Amy, seized with sudden inspiration, while the girls stared at her expectantly.
"Hasten, Amy," cried Mollie, in a mock agony of suspense. "Do not keep us waiting in this fashion."
"Well," said Amy with a twinkle, "let's buy a couple of the worst sounding horns we can find in town, go back and get Mollie's car—"
"Yes?" they queried breathlessly.
"And go through the streets tooting the horns until we've collected a crowd," finished Amy triumphantly.
"And when we've got it, what'll we do with it?" queried Mollie reasonably.
"Well, I should think you'd guess the rest," remarked Amy. "We could just tell 'em what we'd come for, that's all, and ask all who were willing to take a 'guest' to say 'aye.'"