“Why not?” pressed Cara. “It was worth copying, wasn’t it?”
“It certainly was. Cara, you’re a wonder. I never would have thought of such a thing,” Babs declared still a little jerky.
“Oh, yes, you would. I didn’t give you time. But don’t build your hopes too high, dear. I may be all wrong,” drawled Cara.
“I hope you’re all right,” said Babs fervently. Then she stared hard ahead, as the car cut its way through the heavy sand. She was wondering. Nicky said he hadn’t taken the model—no, he said he hadn’t stolen it.
“And wasn’t it queer,” Cara broke in on her thoughts, “that he, Nicky, should fetch Dud another piece? Whoever cuts those out must be an expert,” she promptly decided.
“Yes,” said Babs abstractedly.
“And Nicky’s like Hop-o-My-Thumb,” she added. “We just about get on his track when he—hops.”
“Yes,” said Babs again.
“If I said you were handsome would you say yes, Babs?”
“Yes,” said her companion. Then they both burst out laughing.