“Doesn’t it?” agreed Cora. “And how much more fun it is to go this way than in stuffy old railway cars.”
“Are you sure we can get there by to-morrow night?” asked Belle.
“We can if nothing happens to the car,” answered Cora. “It’s in splendid shape now, and we’re fairly eating up the miles. Of course, if it rains and the roads get muddy it may take us a little longer. But after all the rain we had last week, I guess we can be sure of good weather. There isn’t a cloud in the sky now.”
“Did you finally decide to stay at your Aunt Margaret’s house to-night?” asked Bess.
“Yes,” replied Cora. “Isn’t it lucky that her home is just about half-way on our trip? If it hadn’t been for that, we’d have had to bring a chaperon along with us, and that would have been a nuisance. I suppose they are a necessary evil, but I’m awfully glad when we get a chance to do without one.”
“I suppose your Aunt Betty will be at Kill Kare when we get there,” remarked Belle.
“She’s already there,” answered Cora. “We got a letter from her yesterday, saying that everything was all ready for us and that she was just dying to see us. And with Aunt Betty in mind, I’ll take back what I said about chaperons. She’s a perfect dear, and I’m sure you girls will fall dead in love with her.”
“I’ve no doubt we shall,” answered Bess. “I’m prepared to love her just from your description. But say, girls,” she continued, glancing at her wrist watch, “do you know that it’s after twelve o’clock? Don’t you think we’d better be looking about for some place to stop to get lunch?”
“Hear that girl talk!” mocked Cora. “And she’s the one that’s always talking about reducing!”
“Oh, that this too, too solid flesh might melt,” quoted Belle.