"Peggy, get my smelling salts out of the traveling bag!" cried Miss Prescott anxiously.
The accident had disturbed her sadly. The only unperturbed one in the party was Jake. He took things with philosophical calm.
"Knew more trouble was comin'," said he, and contented himself by dismissing the situation with that.
"I've got good news for you," said Jimsy, coming up; "your car isn't hurt a bit."
"Oh, good!" cried the girl, clasping her hands and flushing. Her veil was raised now and they saw that she was very blonde, very pretty and just now very pale.
"My, what a rambunctious ram!" punned Roy; "he ramified all over, didn't he?"
"Gracious, for a time I thought I was seeing things!" gasped the girl, who was seated on a tufted hummock of grass at the side of the road.
"And then you felt them," laughed Jimsy. "That's the way such things run."
They all laughed. Soon after, Roy, Jimsy and Jake dragged the small runabout out of the ditch. In the meantime Peggy had introduced herself and Jess to the young girl. The latter's name was Lavinia Nesbitt. She lived not far from the scene of the accident, and had been taking a jaunt in her machine.
The runabout had been rescued, and the whole party introduced and talking merrily when Jess set up a cry.