The Motor Girls by Margaret Penrose
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"Oh, Cora, of course," answered Isabel. "She won--in and out." "Oh, I don't know," spoke Jack's sister. "You didn't do half badly, Belle." "Oh, I was laughing so I couldn't run." "Cora said you were coming for her," put in Bess with a smile. Jack seemed disappointed that the subject was mentioned. "Yes," he said. "She was very particular to specify the time. It's nine-thirty now, but I'm in no hurry," and he looked about for a chair. "But I am," insisted Cora. "Well, then," added Jack a bit stiffly, "if you're ready, suppose we run along. Or, have you had enough running for this evening?" "Plenty. But I really must go, girls. Be sure and be ready in the morning for--well, you know what," and she finished with a laugh. "We want the Chelton folks--" "To sit up and take notice, I suppose," put in Jack quickly. "Pardon the slang, ladies, but sometimes slang seems to fit where nothing else will." The twins managed to whisper a word or two into Cora's ear as she |
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