"As if we could help it," complained her sister. "Belle, if you insist upon going on motor tours, why don't you try to get some sense?"
"All right, there!" called Jack, who now, with another headlight in hand, was looking under and about the Whirlwind.
"Yes! What's the matter?" answered and asked Bess.
"Nothing that we know of," replied Jack, "but Wallie thought he scented game, and we need something for breakfast."
"Goodness sakes! Likely a turtle or something," growled Bess, dropping her plump self down plumper than ever on the cushions.
"I don't believe it," objected Belle. "They wouldn't wake us up for a turtle—or something."
"Make it a moose then," suggested Hazel. "Moose are plenty in New
England, they say."
"With the horns?" asked Belle.
"With and without," replied Hazel. "But if you don't mind, I'm going out to join in the hunt. I have always longed for a real, live hunt."
"Oh, please don't," begged Belle. "It might be a man!"