"Aren't you afraid?" asked Amy Stonington, as she looked admiringly at
Mollie, whose cheeks were flushed with excitement.
"Oh, it simply gives me the creeps to think about it!" added Grace.
"I don't see why," spoke Mollie, as the car, in charge of a
demonstrator, came to a stop in front of her house. "I've taken enough
lessons, the garage man says; I have my license, and why shouldn't I run
my car? Are you afraid to come with me?"
"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.
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