rolled off, followed closely by the Flyaway.

"I suppose Sid and Ida are licking their fingers just about now,"
remarked the good-natured Bess.

"Very likely," rejoined her sister, "for I fancv their meal was
made up of buckwheat cakes and molasses, as Sid had to pay for
it."

"Oh, I meant sheer deliciousness," corrected her sister. "I
'fawncy'" - and she imitated the dainty tones used by Belle -
"they have had - "

"Backbiting and detraction," called Cora, who had been close
enough to hear the sisters' remarks. "I would not have been in
your place at that table, Bess, for a great deal."

Bess tossed her head about indifferently. She evidently knew what
to expect from Ida and Sid.

"Now for a straight run!" announced Cora, throwing in third speed.
"We must make the bridge by the quarter whistle or the Maud Morris
family tree may have been consumed for luncheon. I particularly
want a peg at that tree."

"We're off!" called Bess, following with additional speed.

Then the Whirlwind and the Flyaway dashed off, over the country
roads, past scurrying chicks and barking dogs, past old farmers
who turned in to give "them blamed things" plenty of room, out