The Meadow-Brook Girls by the Sea | Page 3

Janet Aldridge
Harriet.
"We can," replied Jane, "but we aren't going to until this rain lets up a
little. Please don't ask me to get out and paddle about in the wet, for I'm
not going to do anything of the sort." Jane began to hum a tune. Her
companions settled back comfortably. It was dry and cosy in the car
and the travellers felt drowsy. Jane was the only really wide-awake one.
Margery finally uttered a single, loud snore that awakened the others.
The girls uttered a shout and began shaking Margery, who pulled
herself sharply together, protesting that she hadn't been asleep for even
one little minute.
"That ith the way thhe alwayth doeth," observed Tommy. "Then thhe
denieth it. I'm glad I don't thnore. Ithn't it awful to thnore, Mith
Elting?"
"Having too much to say is worse," answered Jane pointedly. "The

storm has passed. Let's get out and fix things up. Harriet, will you help
me? Miss Elting, if you will be good enough to engineer the
taking-down of the side curtains and the lowering of the top I shall be
obliged. We shan't need the top. We aren't going to have any more rain
to-night, and I want all the light I can get, especially as we are going
over strange roads. Have you been this way before?"
"No, Jane, but I have the road map."
"Road map!" scoffed the Irish girl. "I followed one once and landed in
a ditch!"
"That ith nothing for Crathy Jane to do," lisped Grace.
"Right you are, Tommy," answered Jane with a hearty laugh. "Just as I
thought, the tires, the inner tubes, are leaking around the valves. We
shan't be able to do much with them, but I think we can make them
hold until we get in. I'll have some new inner tubes sent out to us. By
the way, are we going to be where we can send for supplies and have
them delivered?" questioned Jane shrewdly.
"Oh, I think so," was Miss Elting's evasive answer.
"Aren't you glad you found out?" chuckled Harriet.
Jane grinned, but said nothing. The work of patching the two inner
tubes occupied nearly an hour before the tires were back in place and
the car ready to start. Harriet, in the meantime, had lighted the big
headlights and the rear light.
"All aboard for Nowhere!" shouted Jane. The girls again took their
places in the car, which started with a jolt. "Is it straight ahead, Miss
Elting?"
"Yes."
"I hope you know where you're going. I'm sure I don't," remarked Jane
under her breath.

They had gone but a short distance before the driver discovered that
which displeased her very much. The lights on the front of the car were
growing dim. Her companions noticed this at about the same time.
"The gas is giving out," exclaimed Jane. "Isn't that provoking? With us
it is one continuous round of surprises."
"What are we going to do?" questioned Margery apprehensively.
"Just the same as before: keep on going," replied the Irish girl. "I've
driven without lights before this. I guess I can do it again. I can see the
road and so can you."
"Please reduce your speed a little," urged Miss Elting. The driver did so,
for Jane was not quite so confident of her ability to keep to the road as
she would have had them believe. "There comes some one. Please stop;
I want to ask him a question."
A farmer on a horse had ridden out to one side of the road, where he
was holding his mount, the horse being afraid of the car. Miss Elting
asked him how they might reach the Lonesome Cove. The girls were
very deeply interested in this question as well as in the answer to it.
They had never heard of Lonesome Cove. So that was to be their
destination? They nudged each other knowingly. The farmer informed
Miss Elting that the Cove was about eight miles farther on.
"Take your third right hand turn and it'll lead you right down into the
Cove," he said. "It's a pretty lonesome place now," he added.
"Yes, I understand," replied the guardian hurriedly, "but we know all
about that. Thank you very much. You may drive ahead now, Jane."
Jane smiled and started on. "I keep watch of the turns of the road. You
pay attention to your driving exclusively," added Miss Elting. "And,
girls, you keep a sharp lookout, too."
"Where ith thith Lonethome Cove?" questioned Tommy. "I don't like
the thound of the name."

"You will like it when you get there," answered the guardian. "But I
said I would not tell you anything about it. Time enough when we
reach there. You shall then see for yourselves. You are going too fast,
Jane."
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