"But what's it all about?" asked Grace, wonderingly.
"Why, since I have a car, we must get the best use out of it we can. So
why can't we four--and a chaperone, if we think we need one--go for a
tour, the same as when we walked--only this time we'll ride? We can make
five hundred, or a thousand, miles, if we choose, stopping over night in
different places. Won't it be fun?"
"Jolly!" cried Amy.
"Scrumptious!" was Betty's contribution.
"Mollie, you're a dear!" declared Grace, with a hug. "When can we go?"
"Soon now. I think----" A maid knocked at the door.
"Yes; what is it?" asked Mollie.
"If you please, Miss Billette, there's a gentleman to see you."
"A gentleman?"
"Yes, rather elderly, and he keeps making up verses, Miss. I'm not sure
about him. Will you see him?"
"Verses? Oh, it must be that dear old Mr. Lagg--the storekeeper!"
exclaimed Mollie. "Of course I'll see him. But, girls, what do you
imagine he wants?"
CHAPTER VII
MR. LAGG'S OFFER
With a broad smile on her face, the maid came back, escorting Mr. Lagg,
who, at the sight of the girls, bowed low, and declaimed:
"I'm glad to see you,
I hope we'll agree,
That you are as happy
Now to see me!"
"Good!" cried Betty, clapping her hands until the palms were rosy. "We
are indeed glad to see you."
"Of course," added Mollie.
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