"Never mind," murmured Belle.
Mary listened to the talk with evident pleasure. She was not
accustomed to this sort of perfectly frank jokes.
"There they are!" suddenly cried Cora as the Get There swerved into
sight around the corner.
Jack, who was at the wheel of his car, with Walter beside him, swung
in close to his sister's machine.
"All right?" asked Jack, looking critically at Cora as she slowed up
the big car, and noting her firm grip of the steering wheel.
"Fine and dandy!" exclaimed the girl, with the expression that makes
that sort of slang a parody rather than a convenience.
"And if there aren't Sid and Ida!" exclaimed Belle. "Seems to me we
run into them wherever we go."
"As long as it's only metaphorically and not mechanically speaking,
it's all right," observed Walter.
The yellow Streak glided smoothly along.
"Quite a parade," remarked Jack.
"Let's make it a race," suggested Cora, her dark eyes flashing in
anticipation.
Jack glanced at Walter. The relations between him and Sid were
rather strained. As for Ida--well, Ida was credited with "running
after Walter," and the sentiment of lads toward such girls is too
well known to need describing.
"Oh, yes! Do let us race!" chimed in Bess.
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