hrown in the third speed, and was now bending over her wheel
in real man fashion. They were getting out on the country roads, where
all expected to make good time. Bess also threw on her full speed,
following Cora's lead, and the boys, of course, gave the speeding
signal on their horns.

"My!" exclaimed Miss Robbins admiringly, as the landscape flashed by.

"Can't we go," added Hazel exultingly.

"It's like eating and drinking the atmosphere," continued the young
lady physician.

"I do love autoing," went on Hazel. "My brother is a perfect devotee
of the machine. But we do not happen to own one of our own."

"That is where good friends come in," said Miss Robbins. "This trip is
a perfect delight to me. And, really, it will fix me up wonderfully
for what I have to undertake this fall. You see, we have just closed
the bungalow, mother has gone home, and that left me free to go to the
Berkshires and have a little pleasure, together with attending to some
business. I have a very old patient there. I have to call on her
before she leaves the hills."

"And you really have patients?" Hazel looked in surprise at the young
woman beside her.

"Of course, I do. But this one I inherited--she is a great aunt of
mine."

Hazel leaned forward to ask Cora what her speedometer was registering.

"Only twenty miles an hour," replied Cora. "And we could go thirty
easily. But I don't fancy ripping off a shoe, or doing any other of
the things that speed might do."

"I shall enjoy it all the more when I am so sure of that," spoke
Regina. "I cannot see why people take risks just for the sake of----"

"Hey, there!" shouted Ed, as his car shot past Cora's. "We are going
on ahead."

"So--we--see!" answered Cora dryly.

"What do you suppose they are up to?" asked Bess, as she turned the
_Flyaway_ up to the side of the _Whirlwind_.

"Haven't any idea," replied Cora, just as Jack, too, shot by.

"See you later," called Jack.

"Not deserting us, are they?" asked Regina.

"Oh, no, just some lark," answered Cora.

But scarcely had the boys' machines disappeared than a trail of three
gypsy wagons turned into the mountain highway from some narrow
crossroad.

"Oh!" sighed Belle, apprehensively clutching the arm of her sister.

"Don't, Belle. You almost turned me into the _Whirlwind_," cautioned
the sister, as she quickly twisted around the steering wheel.

"Those are the beach gypsies," Cora was able to say to Bes