Part 8 (1/2)
Every one loved Isabel
”Oh, you think so, do you?” asked her sister ”Jack never makes any lance at Cora, ho on the front seat
”Never mind,” murmured Belle
Mary listened to the talk with evident pleasure She was not accustomed to this sort of perfectly frank jokes
”There they are!” suddenly cried Cora as the Get There swerved into sight around the corner
Jack, as at the wheel of his car, with Walter beside hiht?” asked Jack, looking critically at Cora as she slowed up the big car, and noting her fir wheel
”Fine and dandy!” exclaiirl, with the expression thata parody rather than a convenience
”And if there aren't Sid and Ida!” exclaio”
”As long as it's only ht,” observed Walter
The yellow Streak glided s
”Quite a parade,” reested Cora, her dark eyes flashi+ng in anticipation
Jack glanced at Walter The relations between him and Sid were rather strained As for Ida--well, Ida was credited with ”running after Walter,” and the sentiirls is too well known to need describing
”Oh, yes! Do let us race!” chireed Jack ”That is, if Sid is, willing”
”Will you race, Sidney?” called Cora, before the occupants of the yellow car had had tireet the others
”Yes, certainly,” he assented ”I would like nothing better”
”Then we'll have to handicap the girls,” suggested Walter ”They have by far the fastest machine”
”But it's brand new,” objected Cora, ”and isn't tuned up yet, as the two runabouts are Besides, look e are--girls”
”Very char ones, I'm sure,” said Sid quickly, but, so true
”Handicap,” spoke Walter ”I suppose it's right, but you see--er--we fellows could--” He was floundering about for a way of saying that the girls should not be penalized by giving the drivers of the two runabouts a start For, in spite of their small size and less power the runabouts were speedy cars It seemed as if Walter did not want to take the obviously fair advantage due him
”Oh, no,” declared Cora ”We'll let you handicap us all you wish
We are willing to test the Whirlwind on its merits”
”I should think so,” sneered Ida, and then she turned disdainfully away, as if the landscape held more of interest for her than did the details of a race
”Who is that forward girl?” asked quiet Mary of Bess