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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