“If it tastes half as good as it looks,” murmured Bess, “I’m going to have another plate, if I have to roll twice my usual number of times before I go to bed to-night.”
“It is good,” said Belle. “It’s delicious!”
“I could just sit here and—dream,” announced Belle, as she closed her “effective” eyes, as Jack Kimball had designated them.
“Yes, it is very soothing and restful,” agreed her sister, who had been rendered sleepy by the combination of heat, a refreshing meal and the droning of the electric fans.
“I feel sleepy myself,” Cora confessed, closing her eyes.
She opened them a moment later though, for a cry from Belle brought her and Bess to a most unpleasant awakening.
“Your car, Cora!” cried the slim Robinson twin. “Some one is taking your auto!”
CHAPTER II—THE LOST TRAIL
“My car! Some one taking my car!” repeated Cora Kimball. “Who is it, Belle?” and she hurried to the window from which the tall, willowy Robinson twin was gazing toward the spot where the auto had been left.
“Two young men. I saw them get in, and—there they go! Out into the road! We must stop them!”