"What a shame!" sighed Hazel. "Their picnic will be spoiled."

"But look at the picnic we've had," put in Belle. "You should
have seen Ida's face. A veritable fireless cooker."

"And Sid - he supplied the salt hay," declared Bess. "I felt as
if I were smothered in a ton of it."

"And that was the peace-offering hamper," declared Cora, alighting
from her car and closely viewing the wreck. "Jack told me that
Ida gave Sid a handsome hamper for the new car."

"I told you that the yellow machine would turn - "

"Dandelion," Hazel interrupted Belle. "Well, I agree with you
that was an ungrateful trick. To demolish the lunch, of all other
available things to do, on a day like this!"

"Souvenirs?" suggested Cora, removing her glove to dig out of the
mud a knife, and then a fork.

"Oh, forget it!" exclaimed Bess. "I am sure I want to. Let's get
going again, if we are to make the Woodbine Way in time to plan
the tour. I'm just crazy about the trip," and the enthusiastic
girl expended some of her pent-up energies on the crank at the
front of the Flyaway.

Cora was also cranking up. "Yes," she said, "we had best be on
the road again. We are due at the park at twelve. I expect Maud