“Or run over any babies,” put in Bess, with a lively recollection of the thrilling episode of the afternoon.
“I guess there’s no danger of that,” said Cora. “Jack’s keen on speed, but he’s a careful driver for all that. I tell you what we’ll do, girls. You keep a sharp lookout in the rear, for they may come into sight at any minute now, and the minute you see them coming you let me know. Then I’ll let out a little and we’ll try to tease them by keeping just far enough ahead of them to drive them crazy.”
“That’ll be dandy!” said Belle eagerly. “It’ll do them good to take some of the conceit out of them. I suppose they think we’ve been pining to have them with us.”
“Well, haven’t you?” asked Bess mischievously.
“No, I haven’t,” declared Belle, but in a tone that somehow failed to carry conviction.
“That looks like their car now!” cried Bess excitedly, as she caught a glimpse of an automobile that had just swung around a curve in the road about half a mile in the rear.
Belle craned her neck in the same direction.
“I guess it is,” she confirmed. “I can make out three people in it, but they’re too far away to see their faces.”
“We’ll let them get a little nearer so we can make sure,” said Cora, settling herself in her seat and taking a tighter grasp on the wheel, “and then we’ll let them take our dust and see how they like it.”
Belle knelt upon the seat to get a better view.