It was not till they were several miles out upon the shining road that
Betty once more thought of Mrs. Sanderson.

"We might," she said thoughtfully, as though speaking to herself, "tell
her that we were trying to find her son. That might have some effect upon
her."

"Upon whom?" asked Mollie, nearly running the car into a tree by the
roadside in an effort to get a glimpse of Betty.

"Oh, Mollie, do be careful," cried Amy plaintively. "I never come out with
you but what I expect to be killed."

"I should think you'd be tired expecting by this time," returned Mollie
practically. "Now will you please repeat that somewhat meaningless jumble
of words, Betty dear? What was it--something about somebody's son having a
good effect upon somebody--"

"Well, I hope you feel better, now that you've gotten it out of your
system," drawled Grace. "Now, Betty, go on. I'll keep her quiet with
chocolates till you've had your say."

"Go on talking all night, will you, Betty dear?" entreated Mollie,
speaking thickly because of a mouthful of chocolate. "Home was never--"
But here Grace inserted another bonbon so deftly that Mollie choked and
almost precipitated another appalling accident.

"For goodness sakes, hurry, Betty!" cried Amy, in dismay. "If you don't,
there won't be anything of us left to listen to you."