"Cora! A new machine! All for yourself! Oh, you dear! Who gave
it to you?"

"Why Jack found it," Cora laughed. "It was running along the
street, you know, and he lassoed it. It was going like mad, but he
whirled the lash of his riding-whip about it and--and--"

"Now, Cora, dear!" and Belle dropped her voice to one of aggrieved
tones. "You know what I meant."

"Of course I do, girly; but hurry--do! I want the man at the garage
to teach me all about my new machine. I call it the Whirlwind.' You
know it's different from Jack's small runabout, and there are
several new points to be posted on. I want to be all ready, so that
when we go out to-morrow morning we can surprise the boys."

"Oh, how perfectly lovely!" exclaimed Bess.

Delighted and excited, the three girls hurried over the railroad
hill, on a short cut to the garage.

"Do you think he'll show you?" asked Bess. "He might want you to
hire a chauffeur."

"Well, we'll see," responded Cora. "If we can manage to find a
nice, agreeable, elderly gentleman--the story-book kind of
machinist, you know. I fancy he will be sufficiently interested--
ahem! well, you know--" and she finished with a little laugh;
in which her chums joined.