"Why not?" flashed Cora merrily. "Isn't Sid's car new and—yellow?"
"Like a dandelion," put in Belle, who was noted for her aesthetic tendencies. "And, precisely like a dandelion, I fancy that machine would collapse without rhyme or reason. Did you every try a bunch of dandelions on the table?"
The girls all laughed. No one but Belle Robinson would ever try such an experiment. Everybody knew the ingratitude of the yellow field flower.
"I can never bear anything of that color since my valentine luncheon," declared Belle bravely. "That's why I predict disaster for Sid's new car."
"They have dropped something!" exclaimed Hazel as she peered ahead at the disappearing runabout.
Bess had taken the lead.
"Let's put on speed," she suggested, and, pulling the lever, her car shot ahead, and was soon within close range of the yellow runabout.
"Be careful!" called her sister. "You will run over—"
It was too late. At that moment the Flyaway dashed over something—the pieces flew in all directions.
"Their lunch-hamper!" exclaimed Belle.