"Good idea!" hurriedly spoke Jack. "That will `make the match even.
Suppose we take a girl to drive our car, Walter?"
Walter glanced rather ruefully at his companion.
"Why—er—yes," he drawled. "Suppose we take—"
"Bess," finished Jack, quickly. "She knows considerable about a car, and she's driven this one."
Somehow, the idea of having Bess as a rival to Ida suggested fun to
Jack.
"Now we have it," went on Cora's brother, as Bess alighted from the
Whirlwind and entered the Get There. "Are we all ready?"
"Where's Walter going?" asked Cora, for he had given up his seat to Jack, who moved to make room for Bess. Mary, Cora and Belle were in the touring car.
"I guess I'd better get into the big machine,", decided Walter. "Three such pretty girls in it all alone are an unequal division of beauty and talent—the last for myself, of course."
He moved toward the Whirlwind. Ida frowned. She had rather hoped to have matters so arranged that Walter would be with her. Cora saw the frown and laughed merrily as Walter slipped into the seat beside her.
"I suppose you think you are going to do the mascoting for this car," she said.