The Motor Girls by Margaret Penrose
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"Are you all right, Mary?" asked Cora with a reassuring smile.
"Oh, yes," replied the girl with a happy little laugh. "This is--just glorious!" "Wait just a minute," begged Bess. "I want to tie my hat on more securely. I do hope we get our auto bonnets soon." "Madam said they would be finished to-day," remarked Mary. "They are very pretty, I think." Madam Julia was Mary's employer. "Chug! chug!" sounded from the motor as it speeded up, momentarily, drowning all conversation. Then, as Cora climbed in and adjusted the throttle and shifted the spark lever, she let in the clutch, and the car rolled gently away. "Where were the boys to meet us?" asked Belle. "At the turnpike junction," replied Cora as she deftly threw in the high speed gear, and that without the terrific grinding of the cogs that betrays the inexperienced hand. The Whirlwind leaped forward, and the girls clutched their hats. "Jack promised he wouldn't be a minute late," went on Cora as she turned out to avoid a rut. "Jack usually is on time," murmured Isabel. She almost lisped, yet the more you heard it the more you thought it was but a pretty little catch in her voice--in the accent--after the manner of babies, who seem to defer all they have to say to their listener. Every one loved Isabel. |
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