"Your bottle?" asked Betty, curiously, turning around.
"Yes. I filled it with cold chocolate—it's a vacuum bottle, you know—and will keep its contents cold a long time. I thought we might be thirsty."
"As if we wouldn't pass a drug store, or some place where we could get a drink," objected Mollie.
"Oh, well, you'll want some sooner or later," predicted Grace. "Those chicken sandwiches are very salty, and the olives——"
"They always make me want a drink," said Amy. "I'm real glad you brought it, Grace. You and I love each other; don't we?"
"Cupboard love!" scoffed Mollie. "Never mind, Grace, we'll forgive you."
The boys waved their final farewells, the twins joining in, and some of the relatives of the girls, who had gathered to see them off, shook handkerchiefs or hands.
"Under way at last!" exclaimed Betty, as the car gathered speed. "What did you say our stopping place would be for to-night, Mollie?"
"Freedenburg. There's a nice home-like hotel there, and we can get adjoining rooms. I wrote on and engaged them last week."
"That will be nice. Oh, isn't it glorious!"