“She is going to pick us up!” Vevi cried in relief.
But Mrs. Gabriel did not stop. She drove past the children, without paying any attention to their frantic gestures.
“Why, that was mean!” exclaimed Vevi. “She’ll be going right past the farm too!”
The girls bored on into the wind, but walking was most difficult. Vevi could not keep on her beanie. She carried it in her hand, but her hair kept whipping across her eyes.
“We’ll never get there!” she gasped. “This hateful old wind!”
A loud “toot-toot” sounded directly behind the girls. Startled, they jumped to the side of the road.
Another car had come along, driven by a man who was riding with his wife. He pulled up beside the children.
“Want a ride?” he asked.
“Do we!” demanded Vevi gratefully.
The man opened the car door, and the girls slid into the back seat.