"It's all right for you to talk about patience, Amy," retorted Mollie,
throttling her engine and sliding at breakneck speed down a long hill
without the thought of using a brake. A brake to Mollie meant
something to be used at the last minute when she couldn't think of
anything else to do. "You're an angel, but I'm not--"

"No, indeed!" said Grace, so emphatically that the girls in the
tonneau chuckled and Mollie looked at her threateningly.

"For goodness' sake, don't waste time looking at me," Grace pleaded,
as they bounced into a hole in the road and out again, fairly jouncing
the breath from the girls' bodies. "Keep your eyes on the road, Mollie
dear, We're not ready to die yet."

"Well, look out, or you may-- ready or not," threatened Mollie darkly,
as the car skidded around another precipitous turn and the girls saw
with relief a long stretch of flat road before them.

"Just the same the boys must be coming home before very long," said
Amy, quietly returning to the subject. "And when they do come we'll
have to give them some sort of big party or something, girls."

"Of course we will," said Grace, munching contentedly on a chocolate.
"Something that will make the people in Deepdale sit up and take
notice."

"We-el-- I don't know," objected Betty thoughtfully. "They say that
the few soldier boys who have come home object to any sort of fuss
being made over them. They seem to want to forget everything that has