"Good-bye. Good-bye. Don't forget us," chorused the chums as the
train pulled out, while the young men waved farewell from the open
windows.

"I hope I won't be called upon to say good-bye to any more of my
friends for a blue moon!" exclaimed Grace. "I hate good-byes. When
it comes my turn to go to college I believe I shall slip away
quietly without saying a word to a soul except mother."

"You know you couldn't leave your little playmates in such a
heartless manner," said Jessica. "We'd visit you in nightmares the
whole of your freshman year if you even attempted such a thing."

"Oh, well, if you are going to use threats I expect I shall have
to forego my vanishing act," said Grace, with a smile.

The four girls had walked the length of the platform and were
about to turn in at the entrance leading to the street when Grace
suddenly clutched Anne, pointing, and crying out, "Oh, look!
look!"

Three pairs of eyes were turned instantly in the direction of her
finger, just in time to see a dark blue touring car crash against
a tree at the foot of the hilly street leading down to the
station.

Its two occupants, the chauffeur and a woman who sat in the
tonneau, were thrown out with considerable force and lay
motionless at one side of the street.