"Under way at last!" exclaimed Betty, as the car gathered speed. "What
did you say our stopping place would be for to-night, Mollie?"
"Freedenburg. There's a nice home-like hotel there, and we can get
adjoining rooms. I wrote on and engaged them last week."
"That will be nice. Oh, isn't it glorious!"
They were on the main street of Deepdale now, having to pass through the
town to get to the road that led to Freedenburg, which was about
seventy-five miles away. They planned to make the town by night.
The main street had been sprinkled to lay the dust, and there were
little puddles of water here and there. It was impossible to avoid all
of them, and Mollie went into a big one at a crossing. The big-tired
wheel threw some muddy spray and it went far enough to land on the
highly-polished shoes of a youth who had paused to let the car pass.
"I beg your pardon!" called out Mollie, for she was going very slowly.
"Well, of all the careless----" began the youth in angry tones.
"Oh, it's Percy Falconer!" gasped Grace. "See Betty."
"I don't want to see!" she answered sharply.
Percy heard his name, and his manner changed as he recognized the girls.
"I beg your pardon!" he cried, as though the accident had been his
fault. "It doesn't matter in the least. I was going to get another
shine, anyhow. I wish----"
But his further words were lost as the car moved on.
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