Ed. It is so nice for Jack to have such a good friend."

Hazel was soon tucked in the little runabout, the detective going
on in another car that was sent out to him in answer to his call
over the telephone.

"Is your premonition all fulfilled, Cora?" asked Daisy, her voice
far from merry. "I suppose you were 'premonited' that Hazel
should go off like that."

"If we keep on losing," said Gertrude, "we will soon all fit in
the Whirlwind."

Cora stood gazing after the runabout - Jack's car. Hazel's eyes
had burned their look upon Cora's face - those deep, violet eyes
always seem like live volcanoes, thought Cora.

And Ed - his eyes had been searching, his look - well, it was
convincing, that is all Cora would admit even to her own heart.

She turned finally to those on the porch.

"Well," exclaimed Belle, the sentimental one, "who is star-gazing,
now? Cora, what did you forget in that runaway car?"

Cora smiled. She had been remiss, and she owed it to the girls to
see that their trip was a success. She would atone now.

"Tillie," she said suddenly, "couldn't you and Adele shut up shop
for a week and come with us? You have been working hard all