"You can attend to your case, and get Clip," said Cora with a mischievous smile, "and I will attend to the boys."
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Duncan. "You are ready and willing to make the 'round up.' Well," and the car gave an unexpected bump that almost threw Cora over into her companion's arms, "I would like first rate to have them all come to Breakwater, and our fellows would count it the best part of their vacation to have an auto run of that kind. If we find everything all right out in Chelton we will call a special meeting of the motor girls, the girls being you, and the motor boys being me, and then we will come to the quickest decision on record."
Cora was arranging her goggles and veil. The speed of the car was playing sad havoc with her costume, and she was not too independent to want to look well when she got into her home-town.
"Look out, Tom!" called Duncan to his man. "Here is about where they enforce the speed laws, isn't it?"
"We have to take chances," replied the man, "if we expect to cover the ground."
"Mercy!" exclaimed Cora. "Please do not take any chances with speed laws. I have a perfect horror of that sort of thing."
"What's she doing?" asked the doctor.
"Only twenty miles, sir," replied the chauffeur, "and they allow us fifteen."
"Couldn't we just as well conform to the regulation speed?" asked Cora anxiously. It was rather unusual for her to show such timidity.
"Leave it to Tom," replied the young doctor. "Chauffeurs are like house-maids—they must not be interfered with."