grip into the tonneau of the big machine. "There is more room, and Mrs.
Irving said she wouldn't mind in the least being entirely surrounded by
suitcases."

Betty laughed, did as she was bid, and a moment later they were off,
speeding down the road to Grace's house where they were to pick up the
other two girls and Mrs. Irving.

They found the three waiting for them, and it took scarcely any time at
all to add the extra grips to the growing pile in the tonneau of Mollie's
car. Amid great fun, Mrs. Irving, who was rosy-cheeked and matronly and as
jolly as the girls, was wedged into the remaining space, Amy climbed to
the front seat beside Mollie and Grace took her seat with Betty.

They were off! The sting of the wind was in their faces, and the sun beat
warmly down upon them as they rolled along, passing familiar houses, and
sometimes familiar people, to whom they waved, and so on and on till they
left the town behind them and started out on the open road.

"My, this is something like," commented Grace, stretching her feet out
before her for all the world like a lazy, comfortable cat. "I feel awfully
sorry for all the poor people who haven't cars to ride in to-day and Wild
Rose Lodges to visit. By the way, why is it called Wild Rose Lodge,
Betty?"

"Because they say there are lots of wild roses around it, of course,"
Betty responded, her hands resting easily on the wheel, her eyes bright
with the joy of the moment. Grace, stealing a sideways glance at her,
could not help thinking that Betty looked not unlike a wild rose herself.