"That's all right," he said, pleasantly. "It was my own fault."
"Thank you," spoke Amy, gratefully. "Here, Bet, I don't want to steer any more."
"No, keep the wheel. You may as well learn, and I'll stand by you. No telling when you may have to steer all alone."
They stopped for lunch in a pretty little grove, and sat and talked for an hour afterward. Mollie hunted up a telephone and got into communication with her house. She came back looking rather sober.
"The specialist says Dodo will have to undergo an operation," she reported. Grace gasped, and the others looked worried.
"It isn't serious," continued Mollie, "and he says she will surely be better after it. But of course mamma feels dreadful about it."
"I should think so," observed Betty. "They never found out who those mean autoists were, did they?"
"No," answered Grace, "and we've never gotten a trace of Prince, or the missing paper? Papa is much worried."
"Well, let's talk about something more pleasant," suggested Betty. "Shall we start off again?"
"Might as well," agreed Grace. "And as it
