about in her seat and fixing on the road behind them a disapproving eye.
"Now what do you suppose can be the trouble this time? If she has had a
blowout or something, I'm not going to help fix the old thing--"

"You couldn't fix the blowout, dear, but you might help with the tire,"
Betty said, with a laugh, as she stopped the roadster and jumped to the
road. "Come on, she seems to be excited about something--"

"Goodness, I hope it isn't another highway robber," said Grace anxiously,
stopping in the middle of the road at the dreadful thought. "I don't see
any, but--"

"You don't see any because there isn't any," Betty assured her,
taking her by the arm and leading her decidedly forward. "You don't
suppose there is a whole Robin Hood's band in this woods, do you?"

Mollie and Amy and Mrs. Irving came running to meet them excitedly--or at
least, Mollie and Amy did the running, while their chaperon followed more
slowly.

"There are blackberries in there, whole bushels and bushels of them!"
Mollie called. "You could see them from the road, and there you girls
passed right by them without even looking."

"Blackberries!" repeated Grace resignedly, as she felt in her pocket to
see if she had any candy left. "Just listen to her speaking of
blackberries when what I'm dying for is a good big steak with onions on
top of it--"

"Stop it," cried Mollie indignantly, while the others felt their mouths