"It was dropped on the road. I thought of course it belonged to some of the girls, and just threw it in my car in a hurry when you called to us to hasten along," said Daisy, her voice sharp and eyes flashing.
"I am sure it must belong to Clip," said Cora, calming down. "I hope it will not inconvenience her."
"I wish you would take the smelly thing," shouted Daisy. "It smells like papa's office, and I hate drugs."
"Clip was going to see some sick relative," went on Cora, "and of course the satchel—"
"Must be filled with the sickness," and Daisy laughed sarcastically. "Well, papa's bag smells that way, but he has more than one 'sick relative.'"
Cora frowned. Gertrude looked surprised. Hazel shook her head at
Daisy.
"Toss it here," called Cora. "I just love disinfectants."
Daisy threw the bag into the Whirlwind. Then she put on speed and passed the big car.
For a few miles the girls seemed very quiet, scarcely any conversation being held.
It was but a short run to the Grotto, the little wayside tea-house. The party was a full hour late, but Cora knew she could depend upon generous excuses for the motor girls.