"Oh, let's say good-bye to our folks," suggested Margery Brown.

"I have thaid good-bye," answered Grace with finality.

"We'll give them a farewell blast," chuckled Jane. With that she
climbed into the car, and, with a honk of the horn, drove down that
street and into the next, keeping the horn going almost continually.
As they passed the home of each girl the young women gave the yell of
the Meadow-Brook Girls:

"Rah, rah, rah,
Rah, rah, rah!
Meadow-Brook, Meadow-Brook,
Sis, boom, ah!"

It was shouted in chorus at their homes, and as the car passed the
homes of their friends as well. Hands were waved from windows, hats
were swung in the air by boy friends, while the older people smiled
indulgently and nodded to them as the rapidly moving motor car passed
through the village.

"I think the town knows all about it now. Suppose we make a start?"
suggested Miss Elting.

"We haven't therenaded the pothtmathter yet," Tommy reminded her.

"Nor the butcher, the baker and the candle-stick maker," answered
Harriet Burrell laughingly. "How long a drive have we, Miss Elting?"

"Four or five hours, ordinarily. Jane undoubtedly will make it in much