The Motor Girls on a Tour by Margaret Penrose
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"I have suspected," he said with a light laugh.
"And if the girls find out?" "What of it? Is it a disgrace to - " "Hush! I haven't qualified yet, and when I do I'm going to spring it on them." She tossed her head back defiantly. "Won't some of them howl!" Jack laughed outright. "You're a brick, Clip," he exclaimed. "You can count on Cora, too. Does she know?" "I haven't told her, but I imagine she has guessed. You are a great family at guessing." "Which way?" he inquired, nodding toward a fork in the road. "To the left. Isn't it too mean that our old lumber wagon gave way? I never had more need of it. It's just splendid of you to help me out this way." "And good of you to let me," he replied with a keen glance at the girl's bright face. "Of course I had no idea of going on the girls' trip. I only went in for the arrangements for the fun of the thing. I seem to need an awful lot of fun," she finished with a sigh that ended like a groan. |
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