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The Motor Girls on the Coast: or, The Waif From the Sea
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“Yes, I know – ”
“You’re too fussy, Sis. How’s everybody?”
“All right–but – ”
“But them as is wrong; eh? Well, we’ll soon be with you. We had quite an adventure.”
“You did? Were you hurt?”
“No, can’t a fellow have an adventure without getting hurt? We met a pretty girl, and gave her a ride–that’s all.”
“Jack! You never did!”
“Oh, yes, we did. Ed’s here, and he’ll tell you all about it. It was a great time.”
“Jack Kimball, I believe you’re just teasing me! You’re not in Hayden at all!”
“Where am I, then?” he challenged.
“Right in town, and just as like as not you’re calling up from across the street here.”
“Well, I’m not then. You ask central. We really were lost on the road, and had quite a time. I don’t know now whether we can be with you to-night or not.”
“Oh, Jack, you must!”
“But if we can’t–we can’t. If we can find a short cut we’ll take it. Otherwise we’ll stay here all night and come on early in the morning.”
“Well, that will have to do then,” said Cora, with a sigh. “Oh, but we have been so worried. Who was that girl, Jack?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No.”
“Does Ed?”
“Not guilty.”
“The idea! And you gave her a ride?”
“Why not? We met her on the road–she was all alone–it was dark. What else could we do?”
“That’s so, I suppose. Where is she now?”
“In the Y. W. C. A.”
“Oh, that’s all right then. Listen, you will try to come on to-night; won’t you?”
“Sure, Sis.”
“I’m so tired, and it’s more of a responsibility than I thought it would be.”
“Well, don’t worry, Sis. We’re going to get something to eat, and then we’ll see what we can do.”
“Eat! You don’t mean to say, Jack Kimball, that you’re going to stop to eat?”
“Well, I guess we are. Haven’t had a bite since noon.”
“Why can’t you get dinner after you get here?”
“It might be more like breakfast than dinner if we waited,” and Jack laughed. “No, we’re going to eat here and then we’ll see what we can do. Don’t worry any more. The Get There will go somewhere, anyhow. Now take it easy.”
“All right. I will, only do try to come.”
“Want to talk to Ed?”
“What for?”
“Oh, only to say ‘how de do,’” and again Jack laughed.
“Certainly I’ll speak to him.”
Ed on the wire.
“Hello, Cora. It’s all right. I listened to what Jack said.”
“And it’s all–I mean did you really help a girl?”
“Sure.”
“Who was she?”
“That’s telling. I’ve got her name, only Jack doesn’t know.”
“Don’t you believe him,” interjected Jack sideways into the transmitter.
“Try and make him come on to-night!” said Cora. “Your rooms are all engaged.”
“I will. Are the girls all right?”
“Yes.”
“And your cousin?”
“Surely.”
“Walter making himself useful as he always does, I suppose?”
“You’re too fussy, Sis. How’s everybody?”
“All right–but – ”
“But them as is wrong; eh? Well, we’ll soon be with you. We had quite an adventure.”
“You did? Were you hurt?”
“No, can’t a fellow have an adventure without getting hurt? We met a pretty girl, and gave her a ride–that’s all.”
“Jack! You never did!”
“Oh, yes, we did. Ed’s here, and he’ll tell you all about it. It was a great time.”
“Jack Kimball, I believe you’re just teasing me! You’re not in Hayden at all!”
“Where am I, then?” he challenged.
“Right in town, and just as like as not you’re calling up from across the street here.”
“Well, I’m not then. You ask central. We really were lost on the road, and had quite a time. I don’t know now whether we can be with you to-night or not.”
“Oh, Jack, you must!”
“But if we can’t–we can’t. If we can find a short cut we’ll take it. Otherwise we’ll stay here all night and come on early in the morning.”
“Well, that will have to do then,” said Cora, with a sigh. “Oh, but we have been so worried. Who was that girl, Jack?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No.”
“Does Ed?”
“Not guilty.”
“The idea! And you gave her a ride?”
“Why not? We met her on the road–she was all alone–it was dark. What else could we do?”
“That’s so, I suppose. Where is she now?”
“In the Y. W. C. A.”
“Oh, that’s all right then. Listen, you will try to come on to-night; won’t you?”
“Sure, Sis.”
“I’m so tired, and it’s more of a responsibility than I thought it would be.”
“Well, don’t worry, Sis. We’re going to get something to eat, and then we’ll see what we can do.”
“Eat! You don’t mean to say, Jack Kimball, that you’re going to stop to eat?”
“Well, I guess we are. Haven’t had a bite since noon.”
“Why can’t you get dinner after you get here?”
“It might be more like breakfast than dinner if we waited,” and Jack laughed. “No, we’re going to eat here and then we’ll see what we can do. Don’t worry any more. The Get There will go somewhere, anyhow. Now take it easy.”
“All right. I will, only do try to come.”
“Want to talk to Ed?”
“What for?”
“Oh, only to say ‘how de do,’” and again Jack laughed.
“Certainly I’ll speak to him.”
Ed on the wire.
“Hello, Cora. It’s all right. I listened to what Jack said.”
“And it’s all–I mean did you really help a girl?”
“Sure.”
“Who was she?”
“That’s telling. I’ve got her name, only Jack doesn’t know.”
“Don’t you believe him,” interjected Jack sideways into the transmitter.
“Try and make him come on to-night!” said Cora. “Your rooms are all engaged.”
“I will. Are the girls all right?”
“Yes.”
“And your cousin?”
“Surely.”
“Walter making himself useful as he always does, I suppose?”
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