said Bess, "but I did feel a lot better when I heard that
they took him to the real county jail."

"Oh, yes," and Cora laughed. "You seemed to think that man was our
particular evil genius. Bess, all gypsies are supposed to steal."

"Hello!"

"Here we are!"

"Everybody and everything!"

"No, Wallie forgot his new handkerchief--the one with the pretty rose
in the corner."

"And Jacky forgot his rope. We won't be able to haul him this time."

"I forgot something," began Miss Robbins, "my absorbent cotton. See to
it that if you must get hurt you don't get----"

"The nose-bleed," Ed finished more practically than eloquently.

Miss Robbins was to travel in Cora's car, with Cora and Hazel Hastings.
The boys had tried to alter this plan, they declaring one boy, at
least, should go in the big car, but Cora argued that the _Whirlwind_
was distinctly a girl's auto, and only girls should travel in it. This
put Jack in his own runabout and Walter and Ed in the _Comet_. The
Robinson girls, of course, were not to be separated, as the _Flyaway_
seemed to know all about the twins, and the twins knew all about the
_Flyaway_.

The weather was uncertain, and the fog horn at the point lighthouse had
blown all night, so that the girls were naturally apprehensive. Only
Cora's car was canopied, so that should it rain they would be obliged
to stop and wait for clear weather.

Nevertheless it was a very jolly party that now waited at the garage
for the machines to be run out. The boys went inside and attended to
the very last of the preparations, while Cora, too, insisted upon
looking over her machine before starting off.

"You'll have a fine trip," remarked the man at the garage. "I think
the run through the Berkshires one of the best there is. Fine roads
and nice people along the way."

"Well, we need both," answered Miss Robbins. "I don't know so much
about roads, but people--we always need them."

"All aboard," cried Ed, as finally they all did get into the cars, and,
as usual, the _Whirlwind_ led. Next came the _Flyaway_, then the two
runabouts with the young men.

"What a fine chauffeur Miss Cora is?" remarked Miss Robbins to Hazel.

"Yes, but you must call her Cora," corrected Hazel gayly. "We make it
a rule to go by first names when we like people."

"Then you must call me Regina," added Miss Robbins. "I hope the young
men don't make me Reggie."

"They're very apt to," commented Hazel.

Cora had t