"I know
you understand as much about the car as I do, but I always feel that
I ought to have a life preserver on when any mere girl--including
myself--is at the helm of such a powerful craft."
Bess laughed and replied lightly. She had perfect confidence in her
ability to guide the Flyaway, as they had christened the new car.
"Isn't it close?" called Cora as she tried to steer out of the way
of a stone and failed, thereby receiving quite a jolt. "I'm afraid
we're going to have rain before we get back--a thunder shower,
likely. It's sultry."
"Oh, I hope we don't have a storm," replied Bess. "I'll hate to get
my new machine all splashed up with mud, to say nothing of spoiling
our new auto suits."
"Then we had better not get too far out and away from shelter,"
suggested Cora. "There! Isn't that thunder?"
There was a low, distant rumbling.
"That or blasting," said Belle.
"It is thunder," was Cora's opinion. "I hope we can find some
shelter."
"Shelter!" exclaimed Bess as she looked anxiously up at the
gathering clouds. "How could we ever get the cars under any
ordinary shelter?
"That's what I can't get used to about an auto--the size of it.
They're like houses to me, as big as all outdoors.
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