"Nothing of the sort, girl. Ed's ramifications are the talk of the town. He is to give an exhibition at college when we get back. A clear case of the lamb and Mary's school days."
"Well, where shall we hope to find him?" and she glanced at her watch.
"I must find some one soon."
"Come along. I'll hunt him up. He is likely at this very moment giving Minus his morning ablutions. He called the ram Minus because the animal takes away so much of his time. Joke, eh?"
Jack directed his machine toward the same little creek that figured in my first story of the motor girls, when Ed rescued them from a sorry plight, the Whirlwind having run into a mudhole.
"Now, I'll bet we find him by the brookside with Minus chewing daisies and, incidentally, Ed's stray clothing," declared Jack.
Along the way people appeared surprised to see Cora, and their greetings were a mixture of query and astonishment.
"There's Ida!" suddenly exclaimed Jack. "Don't let on you see her. I don't want to stop here to talk to her."
"Why?" asked Cora curiously.
"Because in about one minute you will see her trailer, the insufferable
Sid, and I am not in Sid's humor.
"I would like to speak with Ida," objected Cora. "I really wanted to ask her something."