"
"I know of an old barn out this way, over toward Woodbine," went on
Cora. "We would likely find that open, for when I went past there
the other day they were getting ready to put the hay in."
"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Belle as the thunder sounded nearer and
louder. "I wish we could get back home. Turn around, Bess., dear."
"I can't," declared her sister with a nervous little laugh. "The
road is too narrow for me to make a turn in, and I haven't yet
learned how to reverse well. We'll have to keep on until I get to a
wide place."
"I don't want to do that!" objected Belle. "Let's stop the car, get
out, and push it around. Surely we can do that. Don't go any
farther."
"Yes, yes!" cried Cora. "Keep on. It's too late to turn back now.
There! It's raining! Let me get ahead, and I'll show you the way-a
short cut. I know how to get through that lane."
Her car shot ahead, the girl skillfully guiding it, and the twins
timidly following, until, with many a twist and turn, Cora piloted
them up a little hill to a big red barn, with the wide doors
invitingly open.
"Drive right inside," called Cora, slowing down her car. "I guess
no one will object, and we haven't any lights to put out, as the
warning over the door of the garage says.
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