"Halves on that!" demanded Walter.
"Fenn!" shouted Cora, for, indeed, the boys threatened to carry out the game.
"Maybe you would like—a minister," suggested Mr. Rand mischievously, glancing at the undisturbed Helka and David.
"For a couple of jobs?" asked Walter, looking keenly at Mr. Rand and carrying the same look into Dr. Robbins' face.
"Well, I don't mind," replied the gentleman. "Betty is getting beyond my control."
But Lillian, the gypsy queen, was not in such a hurry to wed, even her princely David. She would have a correct trousseau, and have a great wedding, with all the motor girls as maids. Her fear of the clan was entirely dispelled, just as Cora said it would be when she breathed the refreshing air of American freedom.
"So you are the Motor Girls?" she asked, trying to comprehend it all.
"They call us that," said Bess.
Then the porter announced supper, and at the table were seated fifty guests—all to welcome back Cora and to sing the praises of the real, live, up-to-date motor girls.
There is little more to tell. A few days later the house where Cora had been held a prisoner was raided, but there was no one there; the place had been stripped, and of Mother Hull and the unscrupulous men not a trace remained.