"There now, he is getting in again. Well, I hope he stays there until someone comes," said Tavia. "Isn't it getting dark?"
"And if the boys do not get back— Oh, perhaps we had better run right straight on. We may get to some town—"
"We would be running into a deeper woods, and goodness knows, it is dark enough here. No, we had better stay near the house, then, if worst comes to worst, we can ask them to keep us all night—"
"Tavia you make me shudder," cried Dorothy. "Of course we will not have to do any such thing."
But Tavia's spirit of adventure was thoroughly aroused, and, in her sensational way, she forgot for the moment the condition of Dorothy's nerves, and really enjoyed the speculation of what might happen if "the worst came to the worst."
"There he goes again," she burst out, beginning to see humor in the situation, as the figure in the car climbed from the front seat to the back. "He is like the little girl who got into the house of the 'Three Bears.' One is too high and one is too low—there now, Doro, he has found your place 'just right' and will go to sleep there, see if he doesn't."
"Hark! That's Ned's voice—"
"And that's Nat's—"
"Yes, there they come. Oh, I am so glad—"
"Me too," said Tavia, in her pardonable English.