"I wonder what Allen will say," she said, "when he learns about Percy."

It was an unfortunate remark, as Betty very soon showed by turning upon
her chum angrily.

"I don't know that Allen has a right to say anything at all about what I
do," she said. "And as I don't intend ever to see Percy Falconer after
to-morrow, I think we had better forget about him. But there," she added,
bringing herself up short and giving Mollie's hand a little conciliatory
squeeze, "I didn't mean to be cross. I'm just kind of mad about the whole
thing--and tired, and hot--"

"I know," said Mollie generously. "I guess we all are--tired and hot, I
mean. We will feel better after we have had something cold to drink."

Betty's mother had left not only the lemonade but some sandwiches of
chopped nuts and cream cheese. Jubilantly the girls carried these
delicacies out on the front porch and proceeded to devour them without
further delay.

As they ate and drank, their ill-humor vanished and they began to feel
once more like their cheerful, optimistic selves. They even began to laugh
a little about the close shave they had had with Percy and his friend.

"It was mighty clever work of yours, Betty, swerving around like that,"
Mollie said reminiscently, as she patted the Little Captain's hand
approvingly. "I'm sure I would have been so scared I'd have gone right
ahead and then there would have been a nasty smash."

"I do hope the folks don't hear about it," worried Grace. "It would only