Bess laughed and replied lightly. She had perfect confidence in her ability to guide the Flyaway, as they had christened the new car.
"Isn't it close?" called Cora as she tried to steer out of the way of a stone and failed, thereby receiving quite a jolt. "I'm afraid we're going to have rain before we get back—a thunder shower, likely. It's sultry."
"Oh, I hope we don't have a storm," replied Bess. "I'll hate to get my new machine all splashed up with mud, to say nothing of spoiling our new auto suits."
"Then we had better not get too far out and away from shelter," suggested Cora. "There! Isn't that thunder?"
There was a low, distant rumbling.
"That or blasting," said Belle.
"It is thunder," was Cora's opinion. "I hope we can find some shelter."
"Shelter!" exclaimed Bess as she looked anxiously up at the gathering clouds. "How could we ever get the cars under any ordinary shelter?
"That's what I can't get used to about an auto—the size of it.
They're like houses to me, as big as all outdoors."
"I know of an old barn out this way, over toward Woodbine," went on Cora. "We would likely find that open, for when I went past there the other day they were getting ready to put the hay in."