The red cheeks of Bess certainly did look overheated, and the way she plied her handkerchief betrayed her discomfort.
“An internal dip will do nicely, thank you,” answered the girl. “I don’t see that I am any warmer than the rest of you.”
“Here comes a girl from the house,” said Cora, as down the path a girl, in generous sunbonnet, and overgenerous apron, was seen to approach.
“Do they wear their sunbonnets to bed?” asked Belle. “I am sure there is no sun now.”
“Father will be down in a minute with the team,” called out the girl, much to the surprise of the motor girls.
“Mercy!” exclaimed Belle, “are we going to be arrested?”
“I think not,” replied Cora; “however, we are trespassing, though I did think farmer folks very—liberal, especially with their spring water.”
“The girl is smiling like a ‘basket of chips,’” said Bess, almost in a whisper. “It is not likely that she is angry with us at all.”
“Did you get a nice drink?” asked the strange girl, with unmistakable friendliness.
“Oh, yes, thank you very much,” spoke up Cora, “but I am afraid we are trespassing.”