Betty
was quick to learn, but Grace was not quite strong enough to handle the
wheel properly, and Amy was too timid. Still, either of the latter could
manage the car on a straight, level road, but Betty was the only one
who persisted enough to be able to get a license, which she one day took
out on Mollie's suggestion.
"And what is the something you were going to tell us?" asked Betty of
Mollie one day, as they were returning from a short run, Betty at the
wheel.
"Oh, it isn't quite ready yet," she said. "I'll tell you in plenty of
time to prepare for it, though. Mind your wheel, Bet, there are two cars
coming back of us, and I think they're going to pass us close."
"Well, let them look out, I'm on the right side of the road."
Two cars, scorching, did pass them, throwing up a cloud of dust that
caused the girls to gasp choke.
"Horrid creatures!" cried Grace. "My new cloak will be spoiled!" and she
dusted off the auto garment she had recently purchased.
"It is such as they who give all autoists a bad name," remarked Mollie.
"One rule of our club must be never to scorch."
"Our club?" asked Grace, wonderingly.
"There--I've told part of my secret!" exclaimed Mollie, in some
confusion. "I was going to suggest that, as we have a sort of informal
Camping and Tramping Club, and as there is a kind of motor boat club
feeling existing among us, we form an auto club.
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