told me the other day that she 'hated them gasoline wagons worse than
poison,'--that the only reason she rode in ours was because she was
unconscious when we put her in and she couldn't help herself. And she
added somebody'd have to run over her again to make her do it a second
time."

Betty laughed gayly as she flung back the covers and slipped out of bed.

"Goodness, I don't wonder you were doubtful," she said. "Maybe she's
changed her mind by this time. Anyway, we can ask her and see."

"I think she's the most wonderful old person I ever saw," remarked Amy
thoughtfully, as they dressed hastily. "She must be pretty old, and yet
she says the funniest, wittiest things, and her eyes sparkle and twinkle
like a girl's."

"Well, I really think she looks older than she really is," said Grace
slowly and very judicially. "You know working on a farm in the hot sun the
way she did for years, isn't calculated to make a person look younger than
she is."

"Oh, and if we could only do something to find him for her!" sighed Amy
for--the girls did not know whether it was the fiftieth or the hundredth
time, they had given up counting.

"Well, wishing won't accomplish anything," said Mollie practically, as she
vigorously pulled on a shoe as if it were in some mysterious way
responsible for the unsatisfactory state of affairs. "I think some one
ought to nickname us the 'four Dianas.'"