"Oh, I suppose I ought to know," and Belle pouted; "but we always think
Cora knows so much better—and more."
"Which is another fact I have bumped into," said Cora.
"I just feel that we are going to have the jolliest of good times," remarked Bess, as they started down the road. "I never care what route we take. Isn't it fine that the boys attended to all that arrest and police business for us?"
"Very fine," agreed Cora, "but I like to have my say now about our plans. We are going to take the main road along the New York side. We will touch Bridgeport and Waterbury. You might like to know that much."
"There are the boys, and there is Miss Robbins! My, doesn't she look smart!" suddenly exclaimed Bess.
"That's a smart outfit," Cora agreed, as they saw the party approaching, Miss Robbins "done up" in a tan suit, with the exact shade in a motor cap.
"I'm so glad we have all the things in the cars. It is so much better to do that the night before," remarked Belle.
"But you didn't do it the night before; I did!" her sister reminded her.
"Did you bring the hot-water bottle?" asked Cora. "If Belle gets a headache, you will surely need it."
This was not a joke, neither was it intended for sarcasm, for on previous tours Belle had suffered, and the getting of reliable remedies was one of the real discomforts of the trip.