"Only to save life," replied Waiter. "But," he added, "if I'm not
mistaken that sounds like Jack's car."

"It is," declared Cora, who was getting to be an expert on the
puffing sounds of autos. "There he is!" she exclaimed as Jack's
runabout came in sight. "And it's pretty well crowded, too."

It was, for in the car, which would barely hold three, Jack had
managed to squeeze four--three lads besides himself.

"Hello, sis!" he called as he caught sight of Cora. "You're just in
time. Take one of these brutes out of here, will you? My springs are
breaking."

"I'll go!" cried one lad as he caught sight of the Robinson twins.

"No, I saw 'em first!" exclaimed another.

"You did not! It's my turn to ride in a decent car," said the
third.

"Now, just for that you will all three get in Cora's car, and I'll
take the Misses Robinson in with me," declared Jack.

There was laughter at this, and Jack introduced his mandolin club
friends to Cora and the twins.

"Seriously, though, sis, you'll have to take one or two of 'em,"
went on Jack. "Here, Diddick, you and Parks go in the big car. I
want to talk to Youmans about the concert we're going to have."