"You won't ever do it again; will you, Paul?"
"Nope. Dot any tandy?"
Their laughter relieved their strained feelings.
"Oh, Will, I can't thank you enough!" declared Mollie. "I thought I
would die when I saw that racing car coming toward him."
"I just saw him in time," exclaimed Will. "I had to act quickly, for
there was no telling when he'd try to cross the street."
Paul was contentedly chewing a candy Grace had produced and the little
crowd that had gathered, on seeing Will's act, began to disperse,
understanding what had happened. Then Mollie, assuming the wheel,
directed the car back to her house, taking the girls and Paul in it.
Will went back to get his bicycle and the excitement was over. But it
took some time for the girls to quiet down.
To impress on him the danger of what he had done, Mrs. Billette sent
Paul to bed. He cried and protested, but it was necessary, for he was
too daring a little chap.
Three days passed. The girls were at Mollie's house, having assembled in
answer to her telephone message.
"Well, it's all settled!" she exclaimed, as the trio came in together.
"What?" asked Betty.
"Our auto tour. That's what I've been working on. I wanted to plan a
nice route--one that would take in a good stretch of country, enable us
to see new places, and be comfortable. Now I have it all mapped out.
You'll come; won't you--all of you?" and she looked appealingly at her
chums.
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