"It won't take half an hour to get to the garage and bring my car right down here," insisted Walter, "unless you prefer walking up to the cottage with the young ladies, and I can run over there for you. I will have you back in your bungalow in ten minutes more."
Miss Robbins was one of those rare young women who always did what was proposed for her, and she now promptly agreed to go to the cottage, and there await Walter and his car.
As they entered the little parlor Bess drew Cora aside and demanded:
"How ever did Walter find out that she'd just love to go to the Berkshires? And he wants to know if she is homely enough to be our chaperon," she added, with a laugh.
"She is," replied Jack's sister promptly, and in a tone of voice remarkably decisive for Cora, considering.
"But she's nice," objected Bess.
"Very," confirmed Cora, "and we should conform to the rules—homely, experienced and wise."
"She's a lot of those," went on Bess, who seemed taken with the idea of going to the hills with Miss Robbins as chaperon. "Besides, I like her."
"That's a lot more," said Cora, with a laugh. "I like her, too. It seems to me almost providential. We are going to the Berkshires, she wants to go, we can't get a mother to take us, so a young doctor ought to be the——"
"Very thing," finished Bess, and she joined the others indoors.