Jack.

"Now we have it," went on Cora's brother, as Bess alighted from the
Whirlwind and entered the Get There. "Are we all ready?"

"Where's Walter going?" asked Cora, for he had given up his seat to
Jack, who moved to make room for Bess. Mary, Cora and Belle were in
the touring car.

"I guess I'd better get into the big machine,", decided Walter.
"Three such pretty girls in it all alone are an unequal division of
beauty and talent--the last for myself, of course."

He moved toward the Whirlwind. Ida frowned. She had rather hoped
to have matters so arranged that Walter would be with her. Cora saw
the frown and laughed merrily as Walter slipped into the seat beside
her.

"I suppose you think you are going to do the mascoting for this
car," she said.

"At your service, mademoiselle," replied Walter, trying to bow, a
politeness rather difficult of accomplishment in a small seat. "Do
anything you like, but don't run me into the ditch. My watch is
deadly afraid of ditches."

Then Cora introduced Mary, the little model blushing refreshingly.

Walter made a mental note of Mary's eyes, and the soft tints, like
the bloom of a peach, in her cheeks. The two other girls were not