“Now will you please be good?” Jack begged of his car, when the tire had been pumped up again. “This is a bad beginning for you, old Get There.”
“If it makes good you can tack on another title when we’re in Chelton again,” suggested Ed.
“What?”
“Call it Get There and Back.”
“I believe I will!” laughed Jack. “Sorry to delay you,” he said to the others, for they waited for him after Cora had finished telephoning.
“It’s all right,” spoke Walter, good-naturedly. “We have plenty of time.”
Once more they were under way. The road was now not so good, and in places positively bad. But they knew they would soon be on better ground, and on a fine highway leading into Mooreville.
Later they were on a narrow thoroughfare, so narrow, and with such deep ditches on either side, that it would take no small skill to pass another vehicle in certain places. Then, as Cora made a turn, the road ahead being hidden by a thick growth of trees, she saw straggling along the highway a big flock of sheep, tended by a man and two beautiful collie dogs. The fleecy animals straggled and spread out over the whole road.
“Oh dear!” Cora cried, as she slowed down. “Isn’t this provoking! We can’t get past them.”
“Why not?” asked Eline.