"All right?" asked Jack, looking critically at Cora as she slowed up the big car, and noting her firm grip of the steering wheel.
"Fine and dandy!" exclaimed the girl, with the expression that makes that sort of slang a parody rather than a convenience.
"And if there aren't Sid and Ida!" exclaimed Belle. "Seems to me we run into them wherever we go."
"As long as it's only metaphorically and not mechanically speaking, it's all right," observed Walter.
The yellow Streak glided smoothly along.
"Quite a parade," remarked Jack.
"Let's make it a race," suggested Cora, her dark eyes flashing in anticipation.
Jack glanced at Walter. The relations between him and Sid were rather strained. As for Ida—well, Ida was credited with "running after Walter," and the sentiment of lads toward such girls is too well known to need describing.
"Oh, yes! Do let us race!" chimed in Bess. "It would be such fun!"
"All right," agreed Jack. "That is, if Sid is, willing."