Part 8 (2/2)
”Ida Giles,” was the whispered reply
”She looked atin a motor car,” went on the little milliner, with that quick perception acquired by business experience
”Well, she doesn't belong in the one she's in,” retorted Bess kindly ”I guess you i like that Ida is not really htless”
”That's the very meanest kind of h thoughtlessness they do not know enough to be careful next time”
Bess smiled to assure Mary that the irls in the Whirlwind, at all events
”Line up!” called Jack ”Get ready for the race We'll not insist on a handicap for you, Cora”
Sid sent his car directly to the middle of the road, the very best place
”Better let the touring car go there,” suggested Walter in as even a tone as he could command ”It will need lots of rooht,” added Jack ”A runabout can go on either side, then”
”I don't know,” began Sid ”Cora ought to beat, and yet with two fellows driving against her--”
”Oh, if it's a irls,” almost sneered Ida, ”I'll drive the Streak”
”Good idea!” hurriedly spoke Jack ”That will 'irl to drive our car, Walter?”
Walter glanced rather ruefully at his companion
”Why--er--yes,” he drawled ”Suppose we take--”
”Bess,” finished Jack, quickly ”She knows considerable about a car, and she's driven this one”
Soested fun to Jack
”Noe have it,” went on Cora's brother, as Bess alighted from the Whirlwind and entered the Get There ”Are we all ready?”
”Where's Walter going?” asked Cora, for he had given up his seat to Jack, who moved tocar
”I guess I'd better get into the big irls in it all alone are an unequal division of beauty and talent--the last for myself, of course”
He moved toward the Whirlwind Ida frowned She had rather hoped to have ed that Walter would be with her Cora saw the frown and laughed merrily as Walter slipped into the seat beside her
”I suppose you think you are going to do thefor this car,” she said
”At your service,to bow, a politeness rather difficult of acco you like, but don't run me into the ditch My watch is deadly afraid of ditches”
Then Cora introduced Mary, the little ly
Walter made a mental note of Mary's eyes, and the soft tints, like the blooirls were not slow to observe his interest It was odd, thought Cora, how boys go in for the romantic sort--and models!