“Isn’t she pretty!”
“I do hope she gets all over her exposure.”
“Oh, yes, she is coming on finely.”
Rather disjointed talk, I am afraid, but that is exactly the way it went on–the motor girls and the boys discussing the story of Nancy Ford.
It was evening, and the boys had called to see the girls in the bungalow of the latter. Nancy had been visited by the doctor, who had reported her much improved. The telling of her story seemed to have taken an anxiety off her mind, and with food and medicine she was rapidly regaining her healthy young strength.
There had been rather a dramatic scene when Jack and Ed were first allowed to see Nancy. They both started back, and Jack exclaimed:
“It’s the girl!”
“And you are those nice boys–how odd,” Nancy had said.
“Please explain,” begged Cora.
“You know,” said Jack. “The night Ed and I got lost. It was Nancy we met and gave a ride in my auto.”