"Thank you, lady. It will be just what I want." From the tool box on the run board he soon selected a bolt that fitted his wagon.
"And now let me repay your kindness," he said. "I am, as you see, a traveling peddler of hair tonic. May I present you with a bottle?" and he offered Mollie one.
"No, thank you," and she laughed merrily. "It is something that I never use."
"You all have fine hair," returned the peddler; "but at that it would be all the better for Bennington's Restorer—I am Bennington—I make it myself," and he bowed. "Won't you take it. I can guarantee it harmless."
"No, thank you just the same," repeated Mollie. "And you are entirely welcome to the bolt. Good-bye," and she started her car.
CHAPTER V
PAUL AT THE WHEEL
The girls looked back at the old peddler as they swept on. He was standing beside his horse, evidently mending some part of the harness.
"It was rather a dilapidated outfit," remarked Betty. "I don't see how he can cover much ground in a day."