“I guess they’ve been glad enough to be rid of us for a while,” chimed in Cora.
Looks full of reproach and denial greeted this onslaught.
“That’s pretty good!” remarked Paul.
“Rich!” assented Walter.
“Just as if we hadn’t been breaking speed laws all day long in order to overtake you,” mourned Jack.
“What’s the use of living when you’re so misunderstood?” groaned Walter.
“After all the ice-creams and sodas we’ve blown in on these girls, too!” wailed Paul.
“Let’s find a hole somewhere and crawl away and die,” suggested Jack.
“It seems to me that the shoe’s on the other foot anyway,” said Walter, becoming accuser in his turn. “It’s you who didn’t want us. Who was it just now that was trying to run away from us?”
“Run away from you?” repeated Cora innocently. “What do you mean by that?”