"Of course, you did not notice the number of the car?"

"Oh, no, sir. But the man was a Swede like Olga. And he came in
and carried down her trunk." '

"I will see what can be done. Go to school like a good girl and
do not let anxiety spoil your recitations. Good-bye."

He hung up the receiver and Janice followed his example. There
seemed nothing else she could do.

She would have been late for school had not Stella Latham driven
by the Day cottage in her father's car just as Janice came out.
Stella lived some distance out of town, her father being a
well-to-do farmer, and she was driven in daily by either her
brother or one of the farm hands.

Janice saw the automobile coming in the distance and soon
recognized the Latham car.

"Dear me!" she sighed, "I hope Stella will not turn down Hester
Street. If she comes this far she'll be sure to ask me to ride,
and then I can get to school on time"

With rather anxious eyes Janice watched the oncoming car. Yes,
it passed Hester Street and came on down Knight Street to make a
later turn off toward the schoolhouse. The car almost shot past
Janice before the girl inside saw her on the sidewalk. Then the
girl suddenly leaned out of the swiftly moving car.