“Maybe I’m seeing green cars, too. How would it get there?” she asked in bewilderment. “This road ends at the creek. I know, because Honey and I had to cross on a plank that tipped and nearly spilled us into the water. The creek was high then.”
“Maybe it’s gone down. The car got over there some way,” Holly insisted.
“I know,” Judy agreed, mystified.
She remembered the gorge with the creek at the bottom. The banks were too steep for any car to drive through the water. Before they came to the footbridge that spanned the creek, Judy pointed out the place where the Beetle had sunk into the mud.
“It’s dry now, and the creek isn’t half as high as it was, but I still don’t see how a car could get across it. I don’t see any tire marks, either.”
“Would they show on this dry ground?” Holly asked when they were out of the Beetle.
Judy had parked the car at the end of the road. It did end. There was no doubt of that. It ended at the barn where the Jewell sisters kept their car. Holly peeked in to make sure it was there.
“Thank goodness!” she exclaimed. “It isn’t green. You didn’t tell me they had a car. Do they drive?”
“I don’t know,” replied Judy. “They had a man to drive it for them, but Dorcas said she was going to learn. I don’t know how they get anywhere if she didn’t.”
“Maybe on broomsticks,” Holly suggested.