“We are lucky to have escaped it,” said Miss Drexal. “I would advise you girls to go upstairs and change your damp clothing. Then you will run no risk of catching cold. I am going to take my own advice and do so at once.”
“I hope that horrid man that nearly ran us down gets a good wetting,” grumbled Sarah.
“He wasn’t a man. He was only a crazy boy,” jeered Jane.
“I’d like to know where he came from so suddenly,” remarked Betty. “I wonder if he lives somewhere near here.”
“He drove his car up the road just as we came out of the woods,” informed Ruth. “Didn’t any of you see him then? It was at the very minute when Jane fell down.”
“You couldn’t expect us to bother with a little thing like an automobile when our Jane had come to grief,” smiled Anne. “I never even heard it.”
“Nor I,” chorused several voices.
For reasons best known to herself, Ruth was not sorry to hear this.
“He couldn’t have gone much further than the cottage, or he wouldn’t have come back so soon,” argued Betty. “He certainly didn’t stop at the Heights, or Martha would have mentioned it when she told us about the drayman bringing our trunks.”
“I don’t see why he should stop here,” declared Jane. “We don’t know him and he doesn’t know us.”