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The Motor Girls by Margaret Penrose
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"Stop! stop! Don't turn! stop!"

The farmer heard just in time. He fairly pulled the horses back on
their haunches, and the wagon came to a stop. There was barely room
for the auto to get past, but Cora managed it.

"Oh!" sighed Mary in thankfulness. "Wasn't that awful?"

"A narrow escape," assented Isabel. "But not as bad as the other
one was. You should have seen that! We're safe now."

The Whirlwind careened along the road, from the shelving gutter back
into the middle of the highway.

"Why didn't you let me take the wheel?" asked Walter, looking at
Cora in a strange sort of way.

"I couldn't seem to let go," she said with a nervous little laugh.
"I knew, of course, that you could run it more safely than I could,
but somehow I couldn't seem to let go. My fingers appeared to be
glued to the wheel."

"I certainly could not have done better," admitted Walter. "But I
thought I might help you. Look at Ida, though! She is going like
grim death."

"If she doesn't encounter another farmer she may be all right," said
Cora. "But I wonder why I don't go faster. Oh, no wonder. I'm on
second speed. I forgot to throw in the high gear. Here it goes. Now
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