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The Motor Girls in the Mountains: or, The Gypsy Girl's Secret
The Motor Girls in the Mountains or The Gypsy Girl's Secret
CHAPTER I
BREAKING THE SPEED LIMIT
“Say, girls, isn’t this the best thing ever?”
Cora Kimball, the girl whose hand was on the wheel of the motor car as it sped swiftly along a sun-flecked country road, put the words in the form of a question, but they were really an exclamation drawn from her by sheer delight in living. She was gloriously indifferent as to an answer, but the answer came just the same from the two pretty girls who occupied the seat behind her.
“It’s perfectly grand!” cried Belle Robinson, the more slender of the two, as she snuggled down still more luxuriously in the soft cushions of the automobile.
“It seems to me yet as though it must be a dream,” declared her twin sister Bess, who was considerably larger than either of her companions. “Pinch me, somebody, so that I can be sure it’s real.”
Cora reached over mischievously and took her at her word.
Bess drew back with a little squeal.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed. “You took a piece out that time!”
“Well, what if I did?” laughed Cora. “You can spare a little without missing it.”
“You ought to be thankful to Cora for helping you to reduce,” put in her sister slyly.
Bess flushed a trifle, for her “plumpness” – she abominated the word “stout” and avoided it as if it were the plague – was rather a tender point with her.