Mollie leaped
up and rushed to the window. Then she screamed:
"Oh girls! Paul is in my car and it's running away with him! Oh, stop
him, some one!"
They all saw little Paul--a mite in the seat--holding bravely to the
steering wheel, and the car moving down the hill in front of the
Billette home.
CHAPTER VI
A TOUR PROPOSED
Betty was the first to rush from the house. She was closely followed by
Grace, who seemed to rise to the emergency in a manner not usual.
"Can we stop him? Can we stop him?" cried Mollie, over and over again,
as she clung to Amy and hurried on after Betty and Grace. "Oh, if mother
were to see him now!"
"Perhaps we can reach him in time," suggested Amy, consolingly. "Don't
worry, Mollie."
"Oh, whatever possessed him to do a thing like that? I have told him
time and again never to get into the car alone."
The four girls ran swiftly across the lawn--yes, swiftly, for no such
creations as "hobble skirts" hindered them. Fortunately Mrs. Billette,
whose French nature was easily excited had not seen the happening. Dodo
was out with the maid.
"Paul! Paul!" cried Mollie. "Put on the brake! Stop the car!"
"It doesn't seem to be going very fast," panted Betty, as she kept on
beside Grace.
"He hasn't thrown in the gear--that's one good thing," exclaimed Grace.
"He doesn't know how----"
She paused, for from the car came a laugh of childish delight, and a
change in the sound of the motor told that something new had occurred.
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