The others--Mrs. Irving, their young and jolly chaperon, and the four
girls and boys--were to make the journey in Frank's big car, with Frank,
of course, at the wheel.
"Hello, Betty!" Will shouted. "You are looking as sweet and fresh as a
daisy! Jump in! Where's that runaway sister of mine? I hope you
succeeded in getting her up in time."
"I did--after considerable persuasion," laughed Betty. "I came out to
tell you we just have to get our outside things on and we shall be
ready. I can see Grace beckoning now--just a minute," and she ran toward
the house.
"Can't we carry the luggage--and the chocolates?" said Frank and Allen
together.
"If you insist," Betty flung the answer over her shoulder as she joined
Grace.
The boys had tumbled out of the automobile and were racing up the drive
as if their lives depended on their reaching the porch at the same
second. The girls adjusted their pretty panamas before the wide mirror
while the boys picked up the bags and waited.
"Is my hat on right, Allen, or should it be tilted a little more over
the left eye?" mimicked Frank, as they watched the girls.
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