Mollie demurred when the girls suggested that they walk to the station
rather than go in the automobile.

"It may be all very well for you," she declared, "but I certainly don't
feel in any mood for taking a two-mile walk this morning."

"Well, my knees do feel kind of weak and wobbly," agreed Amy plaintively.
"But you know how reckless you are, Mollie, and on these wet roads we're
very apt to skid."

"Well, but what's one skid more or less in a good cause?" interrupted
Betty merrily. "Besides, I guess we wouldn't have time to walk, anyway,"
she added quickly, as dozens of soldiers began pouring from their
barracks. "We'll never be able to get to the station before the boys
unless we take the car."

"Girls, they're really going," wailed Amy, as they quickly got into their
wraps.

"Certainly looks like it," said Grace grimly, for once not knowing or
caring whether the becoming little hat was tilted at exactly the right
angle or not. "It makes me feel all queer and--wobbly inside."

"Better take some candy along," advised Mollie, with a weak attempt at
raillery as they ran down the porch steps and piled into the car. "You
won't be able to come out of it alive if you're not properly fortified,
Gracie."

"Oh, that reminds me," cried Betty, springing from her seat and from the
car at the risk of her neck, for the machine had already begun to move.