"And adventures," assented Mollie. "But one thing I do want, and that is
to have each of you girls run the car. I don't want to be selfish and
drive all the while."
"I would like to learn," said Betty, eagerly. "It's good of you to want
us to, Mollie."
"No, I have rather a selfish motive back of it. Sometimes I want to sit
in the tonneau and not have to worry about running over a dog----"
"Look out!" suddenly cried Betty, impulsively grasping Mollie's arm.
"That child!"
A little toddler had run from the yard of a house near the road, and was
scampering across the highway, his mother in close pursuit.
Quickly Mollie put on both brakes, and threw out the clutch, but there
was no need; for the child, with the perverseness of youth, had turned
and was running back toward the gate, evidently frightened by the
frantic tooting of the horn, the bulb of which Mollie pressed
spasmodically.
"Oh my! What a scare!" panted Mollie, as she slipped in low gear, and
started up again, without coming to a full stop.
"Well, I don't want to seem mean, but he is getting just what he
deserves," said Grace, looking back, "and that is--a spanking. Toddlers
must be made to learn the danger of rushing blindly across auto roads."
"I suppose so," agreed Mollie. "I could just see little Paul then," she
went on. "If I had hit that child----"
She did not finish, but they all knew what she meant.
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