"That is where good friends come in," said Miss Robbins. "This trip is a perfect delight to me. And, really, it will fix me up wonderfully for what I have to undertake this fall. You see, we have just closed the bungalow, mother has gone home, and that left me free to go to the Berkshires and have a little pleasure, together with attending to some business. I have a very old patient there. I have to call on her before she leaves the hills."
"And you really have patients?" Hazel looked in surprise at the young woman beside her.
"Of course, I do. But this one I inherited—she is a great aunt of mine."
Hazel leaned forward to ask Cora what her speedometer was registering.
"Only twenty miles an hour," replied Cora. "And we could go thirty easily. But I don't fancy ripping off a shoe, or doing any other of the things that speed might do."
"I shall enjoy it all the more when I am so sure of that," spoke
Regina. "I cannot see why people take risks just for the sake of——"
"Hey, there!" shouted Ed, as his car shot past Cora's. "We are going on ahead."
"So—we—see!" answered Cora dryly.
"What do you suppose they are up to?" asked Bess, as she turned the Flyaway up to the side of the Whirlwind.
"Haven't any idea," replied Cora, just as Jack, too, shot by.