“Oh yes! it will be awful—waiting about this place with nowhere to go other than the Movies, as you say,” returned Nancy.
So the two young men escorted the five girls to the show where they forgot their recent troubles in watching Harold Lloyd do his best to break his neck.
Dodo paid the bill at the garage for both cars, even though the boys insisted that they pay for their own damages. But she replied: “No, the insurance company will have to settle eventually.”
The good-natured way in which Dodo accepted the situation more than convinced the boys that these girls were “bricks” all right! It was now past five, and the cars were ready to go again, but the “collectors” found they had to go back to the city for that time, without having seen as much as a shadow of an antique.
“What will you girls do about getting home?” asked Andrews.
“Why, drive, of course!” returned Dodo.
“But you can’t—you haven’t a license. Neither has any one of the other girls,” explained Jack.
“Oh, we never thought of that!” exclaimed Polly, perplexed.
“I have one,” suggested Andrews. “I can get in your car, and one of you girls can drive with Baxter, if you will. That will solve the problem.”
“All right,” assented Dodo, getting out of her seat to allow Andrews to get in.