close-fitting pongee coat showed off well her perfect figure, and
with the French bonnet, that nestled so snugly to her black
tresses there was no semblance to the flaring, loose effect so
common to motorists. She looked more like a Paris model than a
girl equipped for a tour. But Cora had that way - she was always
"classy," as the boys expressed it, or in perfect style, as the
girls would admit.

Hazel usually affected strong shades - she was dark and could wear
reds and browns to good advantage. It so happened that the motor
girls afforded a peculiar variety, no two wearing similar outfits.
Timid little Maud Morris was in white, and Daisy was in linen.
The Robinson girls wore their regular uniform - Bess in
Havana-brown and Belle in true-blue. So it will be seen that such
an array of beauty and clothes could not help but attract
attention, to say nothing of the several automobiles that made up
the procession in front of the post-office.

At the last moment Belle had to run into a store to make some
trifling purchases, while Daisy sent two extra postcards, and Ray
needed something from the drug store.

Finally all was ready. It was just nine o'clock.

"Ready!" called Cora.

A blast on a bugle startled them. Then -

What was it?