"That was nice of him," said Mollie. "I did spoil his polish, but when
he saw Betty he was as nice as pie, though he looked as if he'd like to
eat me up a moment before. Betty, you are to be congratulated."
"Don't speak to me of him. I--I----"
"Count ten, slowly," spoke Amy in such mirth-provoking tones that they
all laughed. Percy gazed blankly after the retreating car, and then made
his way to a boot-blacking stand.
The girls were soon outside the town, bowling along a pleasant country
road. The day was perfect, and, as Grace said, they could not have had a
better one for their start had it been "made to order." They had plenty
of lunch with them, and planned to stop in some convenient spot at noon
and eat.
"Oh, I forgot those cheese-crackers!" suddenly cried Betty, when they
had gone several miles. "I had them on the hall table, and I'm sure I
forgot to put them in."
"Look and see," suggested Mollie.
"No, they're not here," went on Betty, regretfully, after a search.
"We're all so fond of them."
"Mr. Lagg keeps them," suggested Grace. "It wouldn't be much out of our
way to go to his store."
"We will!" decided Mollie, and she made a turn at the next crossing. Mr.
Lagg was glad to see them, as he always was. He bowed and smiled as he
came out to the car.
"Ladies, you have come, I see,
To say you'll lay that ghost for me.
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