"Any boy," interrupted Bess. "Well, the boys call her Clip, and
it's handy."

By this time the new car was up in line with the others.

"'Lo, there!" called Cecilia, jerking her machine to a stop in the
manner deplored by skilled mechanicians.

"Look out!" cautioned Cora. "You'll `bust' something."

Cecilia had bounded out on the road.

"Stiff as a stick!" she exclaimed with a rather becoming twist of
her agile form. "I never make that road without absorbing every
bump on the thoroughfare."

Cecilia was not altogether pretty, for she had the "accent on her
nose," as Cora put it, but she was dashing, and, at a glance, one
might easily guess why she had been called Clip.

Rachel Stuart was a striking blonde, tall to a fault, pink and
white to bisqueness and, withal, evidently conscious of her
charms. Even while motoring she affected the pastel tints, and
this morning looked radiant in her immense blue scarf and her
well-matched blue linen coat.

"You look," said Cora to Cecilia, as the latter continued to shake
herself out of the absorbed bumps, "like nothing so much as like a
`strained' nurse - Jack's variety."