The Motor Girls Through New England Part 20
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"We might have had a couple of quarts of fortune out of that basket just as well as not," insisted Jack. "I never saw anything so handy."
"Oh, those gypsies are a pest," declared Mr. Rand. "But I am just superst.i.tious enough not to want to offend any of them. I claim to be a first-cla.s.s chaperon--first-cla.s.s!"
"Are you hurt, Cora?" asked Bess, seeing that Cora was pressing her hand to her lips.
"Only scratched from the brush," and she winced. "Those berry bushes seem to have a grudge against me."
"But the old Gypsy?" asked Bess, as the two girls stood close together.
"Oh, I didn't mind her rant," replied Cora. "They always have something wonderful to tell one."
"I wish they would not cross our path so often," went on the other girl. "Seems to me they have been the one drawback of our entire trip."
"Let us hope that they will now be satisfied," said Cora with that indefinite manner which so often conveys a stronger meaning than might have been intended.
Both girls sighed. Then they joined the others, while the old gypsy woman looked after them sharply.
Ed was hailing the driver of the bus--"Silent Bill," they called him, because he was never known to keep still, not even at his grandmother's funeral. Silent Bill lost no time in getting his horses headed right, also in starting out to describe the wonders and beauties of the White Mountains.
It was fun to take the bus ride, and no one was more pleased at the prospect than was Mr. Rand.
"Nothing like sitting down square," he declared. "Why young folks always want to walk themselves into the grave is more than I pretend to understand."
"My, but that old gypsy woman did frighten me," said Belle to Hazel.
"I never saw such a look as she gave Cora! I honestly thought she was going to drop. Maybe she----"
"Blew powder into her eyes. The same thought came to me," replied Hazel. "Well, I hope we won't see any more gypsies until we get within police precincts. We have had enough of them here."
Then Silent Bill called out something about how the air in those peaks would make a dead man well. "Look at them peaks!" he insisted.
"That's what fetches folks up here every summer."
"They fetched me down," remarked Mr. Rand, "but then I never did care for peaks."
"Now, Mr. Rand," corrected Cora, "didn't you take a peek into my auto the night it broke down? Seems to me there are peeks and peaks----"
Amid laughter they rode along, enjoying the splendid scenery and bracing air, but the gypsy's face was haunting Cora.
That evening there was to be a hop at the hotel. As many of the patrons were soon leaving for home, it was expected that the affair would be entered into with all the energy that could be summoned from the last of the season. There would not be another big affair until the next summer, so all must "make hay" while the lights held out.
Our friends had some trouble in finding just the correct wearing things in the small auto trunks, but pretty girls can so safely depend upon youth and good manners that simple frocks were pressed literally and physically for the occasion, whereas many of the all-season guests at the Tip-Top were not so self-reliant. Motor-made complexions, and the eyes that go with that peculiar form of beauty, formed a combination beyond dispute.
Cora wore her pale yellow poplin, Betty was in all white, of course; Bess looked like an apple blossom in something pinkish, and Belle was the evening star in her dainty blue. Hazel "had on" a light green affair. We say "had on," for that's the way Hazel had of wearing things--she hated the bother of fixing up.
The young men were not expected to have evening "togs" in their runabout traps, but they did have some really good-looking, fresh, summer flannels that made them appear just as well dressed and much better looking than some of the "swells" in their regular dress suits.
"What a wonderful time!" exclaimed Betty. "I never thought we could have such a jolly good time at a regular hotel affair."
"Why?" asked Hazel, wondering.
"Because there are so many kinds of people that----"
"We are all chorus, and no spot light?" interrupted Walter mischievously. "But we might put you up on the window sill."
"Indeed!" and the little lady flounced off. "Now you may fill in that girl's card over there--the red-headed one. She has been looking at you most all evening, and I have promised at least four dances."
Walter looked as if he would fall at Betty's feet if there had been sufficient room.
"Betty! Betty!" he begged. "If you do not give me the 'Yale' I shall leave the ballroom instanter."
"Oh, if you really want it," agreed Betty, and off they went.
Bess was soon "puffed out" with the vigorous dance. She was with Jack.
"Let's sit it out," she suggested. "I seem to be all out of breath."
"Certainly," agreed Jack. "But couldn't I get some for you, or send you some?"
"Some what?"
"Breath, wasn't that what you wanted? Here is a splendid place for a breathing spell."
Bess laughed and sat down with her partner.
"There are all sorts of ways to dance," she remarked as the "red-headed" girl, who had eyes for Walter, stepped on her toes in pa.s.sing.
"Those girls from the Breakwater seem to have spite against us,"
remarked Jack. "That is the second time they have stepped on our toes."
"And she is no featherweight," answered Bess, frowning.
"Strange thing that good clothes cannot cover bad manners," went on Jack, who was plainly annoyed. "Let us take the other bench. She can't possibly reach us in the alcove."
Cora was just gliding by.
"Lazy," she called lightly. "You are missing the best dance."
"I'm tired," replied Bess. "Besides we want to watch you."
At this Ed, who was Cora's partner, gave a wonderful swirl to show just how beautifully he and Cora could do the "Yale Rush."
"Cora is _such_ a good dancer," Bess whispered to Jack, "but then Cora is good at most everything." There was no sarcasm in her tone.
"Oh yes, for a little sister she is all right," agreed the young man.
"She might be worse."
"Oh," exclaimed Bess suddenly. "I saw such a face at that window!"
"Plenty of faces around here to-night," observed Jack lightly.
The Motor Girls Through New England Part 20
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