good time." Mollie was too kind to add that neither would her friends have much pleasure, and perhaps Mrs. Mackson realized this, for, though she would clutch nervously at the side of the seat whenever the car jolted or lurched, she said nothing more in the way of caution.
"Brin us some tandy!" called Dodo after the retreating auto.
"Brin 'ots of it!" added Paul.
"Your true disciples, Grace," remarked Amy.
"You can't make me angry," said Grace in cool tones, as she munched a chocolate.
"What's this?" asked Amy, as she felt some long, round, hard object on the floor of the tonneau, amid many others of various sizes and shapes. "It feels like a—bomb."
"It's my bottle," said Grace, with an assumption of dignity. "Leave it alone, please."
"Your bottle?" asked Betty, curiously, turning around.
"Yes. I filled it with cold chocolate—it's a vacuum bottle, you know—and will keep its contents cold a long time. I thought we might be thirsty."
"As if we wouldn't pass a drug store, or some place where we could get a drink," objected Mollie.
"Oh, well, you'll want some sooner or later,"
