“Guide it! Guide it!” shouted Penny. “Put on the brakes!”
So confused was Louise that she lost her head completely. Straight toward a long black limousine rolled the coupe. The chauffeur spun his wheel, but too late. There was a loud crash as the two cars came together.
Penny raced down the hill to help her chum from the coupe.
“Are you hurt?” she asked anxiously.
Louise shook her head, wailing: “Penny Parker, just see what has happened now! You never should have bought this stupid old wreck!”
Both the chauffeur and an elderly gentleman who carried a cane, alighted from the limousine. With grim faces they surveyed the fender which had been crushed.
“The owner is Mr. Kohl,” Louise whispered nervously. “You know, president of the First National Bank.”
The banker did not recognize either of the girls. Addressing them both, he made several pointed remarks to the effect that irresponsible young people were very thoughtless to endanger the property of others with their ancient “jalopies.”
“It was entirely my fault, Mr. Kohl,” acknowledged Penny meekly. “Of course, I’ll pay for the fender.”
The banker softened somewhat, gazing at the girls in a thoughtful, more friendly way.