"I haven't it all worked out yet. I'll tell you as soon as I have. It may offer us a chance for some fun——"
"And adventures?" asked Betty, quickly.
"And adventures," assented Mollie. "But one thing I do want, and that is to have each of you girls run the car. I don't want to be selfish and drive all the while."
"I would like to learn," said Betty, eagerly. "It's good of you to want us to, Mollie."
"No, I have rather a selfish motive back of it. Sometimes I want to sit in the tonneau and not have to worry about running over a dog——"
"Look out!" suddenly cried Betty, impulsively grasping Mollie's arm. "That child!"
A little toddler had run from the yard of a house near the road, and was scampering across the highway, his mother in close pursuit.
Quickly Mollie put on both brakes, and threw out the clutch, but there was no need; for the child, with the perverseness of youth, had turned and was running back toward the gate, evidently frightened by the frantic tooting of the horn, the bulb of which Mollie pressed spasmodically.
"Oh my! What a scare!" panted Mollie, as she slipped in low gear, and started up again, without coming to a full stop.
"Well, I don't want to seem mean, but he is getting just what he deserves," said Grace, looking back, "and that is—a spanking. Toddlers must be made to learn the danger of rushing blindly across auto roads."