"We'll buy them when we get out a ways," he promised.
"Get them at Lee's," she stipulated. "His are best"
"Did you ever see such a sister!" cried Will. "She has no heart! Very well, run us around to Lee's, Mollie. I'll get the candy if it—breaks me," and he began searching through his pockets, picking up bits of change on the way.
The other boys took their seats, and soon the machine was moving again, a stop being made for the chocolates. Grace insisted on going into the store with her brother.
"If I didn't he'd palm off the twenty-cent kind on us, and tell us they were Lee's best," she said to her chums.
"You eat so many of them that you can't tell the difference—your taste is jaded," taunted Will.
"Can't I, though?" replied Grace. "Well, I'm not going to give you the chance to try me. We'll have the best!"
Again they were under way, Grace passing around the box of confectionery.
"Shall we tell the boys about Mr. Lagg?" asked Betty of Mollie, beside whom she rode on the front seat, the boys and other girls being in the tonneau.
