," said Dorothy simply. The Ambassador
bowed low over Miss Stuart's hand. He was then introduced to each of "The
Automobile Girls" in turn.

The Ambassador's eyes twinkled. He saw his young guests were a little
awed at meeting so great a diplomatic personage.

"You are the girls, aren't you, who have been camping on one of our
Berkshire hills?" the Ambassador inquired. "My daughters have told me
about your delightful hut. Curious, I never heard of the little cabin's
existence. I want you to show me the place. Some day I may follow your
example and run away to the woods for a few weeks. Dorothy tells me you
will help us with our games next week."

Miss Stuart excused herself. Mrs. Latham wished to talk with her in
another part of the drawing room.

"May we count on you for the Gymkana races, Ruth?" asked Dorothy Morton.

"Gymkana races!" questioned Ruth, shaking her head. "What in the world
can you mean?"

"Remember," laughed her hostess, "I told you our sports were to be a huge
joke. You must have a sense of humor, or you won't want to take part. You
know we have horse show grounds here in Lenox. Well, the Gymkana race
this year will take place over their meadow. Indeed, all the sports are
to be held there. Father, you explain what the games are like," Dorothy
requested.

The Ambassador looked very grave.

"Miss Stuart," he asked, "will you or your friends drive a turkey, a
duck, a hen, or a gander in our Gymkana race? My daughter, Dorothy, has,
I believe, reserved an old gray goose as her especial steed; but you can
make any other choice of racer that you may desire. The only point of the
game is to get the nose of your steed first under the blue ribbon. It may
take a good deal of racing and chasing on your own part to accomplish
it."

Dorothy inquired, turning first to Ruth, then to Bab, Mollie and Grace,
"May I put down your names for this race?"

Ruth laughed. "Certainly I shall enter," she declared. "I have as good a
nerve as anyone else. You must give me time to decide on what animal I
shall drive."

"I'll join, too!" Grace agreed. "Is this game for women only?"

"Yes," Dorothy replied. "Other distinguished sports are reserved for the
men. What do you think of my serious-minded father? He is down for the
'egg and spoon' race. So are Franz Heller and Mr. Winthrop Latham. I mean
to ask your two men friends, Mr. Post and Mr. Ewing, to enter, too. It's
great sport. The men have to run across the track c