"I hope we meet them!" exclaimed Bess frankly. "I'm dying for some music."
"Let me sing and save your life," proposed Walter.
"With pleasure," answered Bess, making a little gesture of surprise.
"But I didn't know you sang."
"Only to save life," replied Waiter. "But," he added, "if I'm not mistaken that sounds like Jack's car."
"It is," declared Cora, who was getting to be an expert on the puffing sounds of autos. "There he is!" she exclaimed as Jack's runabout came in sight. "And it's pretty well crowded, too."
It was, for in the car, which would barely hold three, Jack had managed to squeeze four—three lads besides himself.
"Hello, sis!" he called as he caught sight of Cora. "You're just in time. Take one of these brutes out of here, will you? My springs are breaking."
"I'll go!" cried one lad as he caught sight of the Robinson twins.
"No, I saw 'em first!" exclaimed another.
"You did not! It's my turn to ride in a decent car," said the third.