"No—no, it isn't exactly that," said Amy, slowly, as she fastened the strings of her new motoring hood all the girls had them, and very becoming they were. "It isn't exactly that, Mollie, but you know"
"If you weren't afraid to go with Betty in her motor boat, I don't see why you should be afraid to come with me in the car," went on Mollie. "Oh, what did I do with my goggles?" she asked, as she hurriedly looked about the room, lifting up a pile of books and papers on a table. "I know I had them, and"
"Look!" exclaimed Betty Nelson with a laugh. "Dodo and Paul are trying to pull them apart. I suppose they think the goggles are big enough for two," and she pointed to where the twins, Mollie's little brother and sister, were seated on the velvety lawn, both having hold of a new pair of auto goggles, and gravely trying to separate the two eye pieces.
"The little rascals!" cried Mollie, though she, too, had to join in the laughter of her chums. "Paul!" she called. "Dodo! Come here this instant with my goggles!"
The children looked up, their dispute forgotten.
"Us hasn't any doddles—us got tecticals!" exclaimed Paul.
