Such demands as were made upon that little tea-house telephone
that evening! Every one of the girls called up her own home,
besides calling up many relatives at the other end of the line,
those with whom the tourists expected to visit during the trip.

The Grotto was well situated for business, being about half way
between two country seats, and the same distance between two large
cities.

"We will close exactly at sundown to-night," said Adele, when a
lady from Bentley, who stopped every evening for a cup of tea on
her way from the village, had been served.

"Do let me keep shop for a while," begged Cora. "I would just
love to be in real business. Mother declares I have a bent for
trade. Let me try, Tillie, while you and Adele go over to the
cottage and get your things together."

Thus it was that one hour later Cora Kimball was left the sole
possessor of the Grotto; every other motor girl managed to either
go for a walk, or go with some one who wanted to take a walk, but
Cora was glad - she felt the need of rest which only solitude can
give.

She sat on the porch; the gentle evening breeze made incense
through the honeysuckle. It was delightfully resting; she could
hear the voices of the girls in the meadow, after cowslips,
buttercups, daisies and clover. They would fetch back a huge
bunch, Cora knew, and they would discard them at the steps of the
Grotto, as most girls do - run wild for wild flowers, then toss