Good-bye," and she started her car.
CHAPTER V
PAUL AT THE WHEEL
The girls looked back at the old peddler as they swept on. He was
standing beside his horse, evidently mending some part of the harness.
"It was rather a dilapidated outfit," remarked Betty. "I don't see how
he can cover much ground in a day."
"Probably he doesn't," answered Mollie. "He may sleep in his wagon, eat
there--dining on bread and cheese or herring--and so reduce the high
cost of living. Then he may make a big profit on his hair restorer. Ugh!
The stuff! I could not bear to use it."
"Nor I; and yet he had nice hair."
"Perhaps he'd have that anyhow. He meant it well enough--offering us the
bottle."
"Yes," agreed Betty. "But it was just as well not to take it. My! what a
day of adventures this has been!"
"It has started in almost the way some days did when we were on our
tramp," spoke Grace, from the tonneau.
"Or when we were at the lake, trying not to be afraid of the 'ghost',"
added Amy. "Do you intend to do any more cruising this fall, Betty?"
"We may. Would you like it?"
"Would we?" cried Grace, "just ask us!"
"Now please wait," broke in Mollie. "I may have a little plan of my own
to propose soon."
"What is it?" begged Amy.
"I haven't it all worked out yet. I'll tell you as soon as I have. It
may offer us a chance for some fun----"
"And adventures?" asked Betty, quickly.
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