"Bats and rats!"
"Worse than spooks--when they get in your hair," spoke Mollie. "Give me
a nice clean ghost, that waltzes around in a two-step. Oh, girls, I hope
we can go to a dance of two on our tour."
"Some are planned for us," said Mollie.
They kept on, enjoying the ride to the utmost. Just before noon they got
a puncture, and voted not to attend to it until after lunch, which they
ate near a road-side spring, under a great oak tree. And then the Fates
were kind to them. For, as they were laboriously jacking up the car to
take off the tire, a lone chauffeur, in a big car, came along and kindly
offered to do the work for them.
The girls gladly accepted, and watched him carefully, for though they
had once or twice before changed a shoe, they were not skillful at it.
Mollie offered the man some change, but he declined with a laugh and
reddened under his tan.
"Then do have some lunch!" said Betty, understanding his embarrassment.
"And chocolates," added Grace, generously.
"I will," he said. "It's hard work driving a big car like mine--all
alone."
"Oh, is it _your_ car?" asked Mollie. "I thought----" and as the young
man nodded she understood why he had refused the money. He was the
owner.
"Oh, girls!" exclaimed Mollie, when he had gone, "and to think that I
wanted to pay him--maybe he's a millionaire."
"You meant it all right," said Betty.
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