“Well! wasn’t there something about chicken stealing in what Ned said? Oh! I almost lost my hat that time. What a jolty road.”
“Look out or you’ll lose your name and number both on this stretch of highway. Can’t the old Firebird spin some?”
“Such flowers of rhetoric,” sighed Tavia. “‘Spin some’ is beautiful.”
“Lots you know about flowers of any kind, Miss Travers,” teased Nat.
“I know all about flowers—especially of speech,” returned Tavia, tossing her head. “I can even tell you the favorite flowers of the various States and countries——”
“England?” shouted Nat.
“Primroses,” returned Tavia, promptly, unwilling to be caught.
“France?” questioned Bob.
“Lilies.”
“Scotland?” asked Dorothy, laughing.