accelerator to which the great car responded with an eager purring, "did
any one ever give us the mistaken title of Outdoor Girls, I wonder? They
should have called us the Rip Van Winkle club, instead."

"Now she's getting sour-castic," commented Grace lazily. "Have some candy,
honey, and sweeten up."

She passed the ever-present box of delicacies over to Mollie, to which
overture the young driver responded with so indignant a stare that Grace
quickly withdrew the box, tucked it behind her, and strove to look
unconscious.

"Please, ma'am, I didn't mean to do it," she said meekly.

"Well, don't do it again, that's all," returned Mollie, uncompromisingly,
her eyes once more on the road ahead, "I've eaten so many chocolates this
week that I've had indigestion and mother threatened to cut down my
allowance."

"Goodness, it's my allowance that suffers," retorted Grace, ruefully,
"since it is my candy that you eat."

"Stop quarreling, girls, and answer my question." said Betty, sitting up
straight and regarding delightedly a vista of flying hills and woodland
greenery. "I asked you a few minutes ago if you had ever seen so wonderful
a day?"

"Yes, plenty of 'em," returned Mollie, as she took a sharp curve on two
wheels. "If you weren't too lazy to notice anything, Betty Nelson, you
would see that there is a storm coming up. Look at those clouds over there