“What’s the matter?” asked Amy’s brother, when the car stopped before the Dainties Shop and he saw his sister and Jessie waiting. “Spent all your money and waiting for us to take you in and treat you?”
“We had ours,” Jessie replied promptly, getting into the tonneau.
“Yes, indeed. ‘Home, James!’” Amy added, following her chum.
“And so we are to be deprived of our needed nourishment because you piggy-wiggies have had enough?” demanded Burd Alling, with serious objection. “I—guess—not! Come along, Darry,” and he hopped out of the car.
“You’d better look ahead before you leap,” giggled Amy.
“What’s that?” asked Darry, hesitating and looking at his sister curiously.
“What’s up her sleeve?” demanded Burd, with suspicion.
“You can treat Belle and Sally instead of Jessie and me, if you go in,” said Amy.
“Oh, my aunt!” exclaimed Burd, and sprang into the automobile again. “Drive on, Darrington! If you love me take me away before those girls get their hooks in me.”
“Don’t mind about you,” growled Darrington, starting the car. “I will look out for myself, if you please. I hope I never meet up with those two girls again.”