than one `sick relative.' "

Cora frowned. Gertrude looked surprised. Hazel shook her head at
Daisy.

"Toss it here," called Cora. "I just love disinfectants."

Daisy threw the bag into the Whirlwind. Then she put on speed and
passed the big car.

For a few miles the girls seemed very quiet, scarcely any
conversation being held.

It was but a short run to the Grotto, the little wayside
tea-house. The party was a full hour late, but Cora knew she
could depend upon generous excuses for the motor girls.

So many things might happen by the way, and so many things did
happen.

"I suppose," murmured Ray, "the biscuit will be stony. I do love
hot biscuit."

"Don't worry. Tillie will keep things hot, if she possibly can do
so. But I hear they have had some very busy days at the Grotto.
I hope we have not hit upon the very busiest. Gertrude, have I
told you about the Grotto? Did you know that Mathilde Herold and
Adele Genung are keeping a tea-house this summer, to earn enough
money for their senior year? And they have done surprisingly
well. Yes, their folks have a summer place near the tea-house, so