Then they both smiled, an April sort of uncertain smile and went in to breakfast.
"I guess," remarked Betty whimsically, just as Mollie and Amy ran down the stairs and into the room, "that we're fast becoming what you said you were the other day, Gracie—a regular flock of geese!"
CHAPTER XVI
SPARRING FOR TIME
The roads were muddy from the heavy rain that had fallen over night, but Mollie demurred when the girls suggested that they walk to the station rather than go in the automobile.
"It may be all very well for you," she declared, "but I certainly don't feel in any mood for taking a two-mile walk this morning."
"Well, my knees do feel kind of weak and wobbly," agreed Amy plaintively. "But you know how reckless you are, Mollie, and on these wet roads we're very apt to skid."
"Well, but what's one skid more or less in a good cause?" interrupted Betty merrily. "Besides, I guess we wouldn't have time to walk, anyway," she added quickly, as dozens of soldiers began pouring from their barracks. "We'll never be able to get to the station before the boys unless we take the car."
"Girls, they're really going," wailed Amy, as they quickly got into their wraps.