"All aboard," cried Ed, as finally they all did get into the cars, and, as usual, the Whirlwind led. Next came the Flyaway, then the two runabouts with the young men.
"What a fine chauffeur Miss Cora is?" remarked Miss Robbins to Hazel.
"Yes, but you must call her Cora," corrected Hazel gayly. "We make it a rule to go by first names when we like people."
"Then you must call me Regina," added Miss Robbins. "I hope the young men don't make me Reggie."
"They're very apt to," commented Hazel.
Cora had thrown in the third speed, and was now bending over her wheel in real man fashion. They were getting out on the country roads, where all expected to make good time. Bess also threw on her full speed, following Cora's lead, and the boys, of course, gave the speeding signal on their horns.
"My!" exclaimed Miss Robbins admiringly, as the landscape flashed by.
"Can't we go," added Hazel exultingly.
"It's like eating and drinking the atmosphere," continued the young lady physician.
"I do love autoing," went on Hazel. "My brother is a perfect devotee of the machine. But we do not happen to own one of our own."