If ever
they want a friend, all they've got to do is t' call on Frank
Ettner---that's me."
He thrust out his rough hand, and Cora clasped--or tried to--the
big palm in her own little one.
"I--I don't know how to thank you!" he exclaimed fervently.
"We couldn't help doing it," said Cora, blushing, and then Mr.
Ettner insisted on shaking her hand again, and also with Belle and
Bess.
"Well, we certainly had an adventure!" exclaimed Cora as the motor
girls were riding home after the shower had stopped. "Whatever will
the boys say?"
"The boys will be very proud of you, Cora," declared Belle.
It was a few days after this when Cora was out alone in her car,
trying to understand, among many other things, why Ida had not
called for her ring.
"And why doesn't Jack let me take it to her?" she asked herself
again. "I declare I can't understand Jack," and she shook her head.
Along the turnpike she guided her car, going on slow speed to more
fully enjoy the odor of the wild honeysuckle which in tangled masses
lined the roadside, mingling with the wild rose perfume that was
wafted on the gentle breezes.
She came to a narrow place, where there was room but for one vehicle
to pass at a time, and seeing a bunch of wild fern, Cora got out of
the car to gather some.
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