The girls all laughed. No one but Belle Robinson would ever try
such an experiment. Everybody knew the ingratitude of the yellow
field flower.

"I can never bear anything of that color since my valentine
luncheon," declared Belle bravely. "That's why I predict disaster
for Sid's new car."

"They have dropped something!" exclaimed Hazel as she peered ahead
at the disappearing runabout.

Bess had taken the lead.

"Let's put on speed," she suggested, and, pulling the lever, her
car shot ahead, and was soon within close range of the yellow
runabout.

"Be careful!" called her sister. "You will run over - "

It was too late. At that moment the Flyaway dashed over something
- the pieces flew in all directions.

"Their lunch-hamper!" exclaimed Belle.

The runabout had turned to one side, and then stopped. Bess
jammed on the brakes and also came to a standstill.

"Well!" growled Sid Wilcox, approaching the wreck in the road.

"I - couldn't stop," faltered Bess remorsefully.