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<h1>The Outdoor Girls<br/>In A Motor Car</h1>
<h3>OR</h3>
<h2>THE HAUNTED MANSION OF<br/>SHADOW VALLEY</h2>
<h3>BY</h3> <h2>LAURA LEE HOPE</h2>
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<h2>CHAPTER I</h2>
<h3>OUT OF A TREE</h3>
<p>"Come on, girls, the car is here, and this time I'm going to run it
myself!"</p>
<p>"You never are, Mollie Billette!" exclaimed Grace Ford, as, with three
companions, she hurried to the window of the library of the Billette
home, and looked out toward the street, up which was coming a luxurious
touring car of the latest model.</p>
<p>"Aren't you afraid?" asked Amy Stonington, as she looked admiringly at
Mollie, whose cheeks were flushed with excitement.</p>
<p>"Oh, it simply gives me the creeps to think about it!" added Grace.</p>
<p>"I don't see why," spoke Mollie, as the car, in charge of a
demonstrator, came to a stop in front of her house. "I've taken enough
lessons, the garage man says; I have my license, and why shouldn't I run
my car? Are you afraid to come with me?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"No—no, it isn't exactly that," said Amy, slowly as she fastened the
strings of her new motoring hood—all the girls had them, and very
becoming they were. "It isn't exactly that, Mollie, but you know——"</p>
<p>"If you weren't afraid to go with Betty in her motor boat, I don't see
why you should be afraid to come with me in the car," went on Mollie.
"Oh, what did I do with my goggles?" she asked as she hurriedly looked
about the room, lifting up a pile of books and papers on a table. "I
know I had them, and——"</p>
<p>"Look!" exclaimed Betty Nelson with a laugh. "Dodo and Paul are trying
to pull them apart. I suppose they think the goggles are big enough for
two," and she pointed to where the twins, Mollie's little brother and
sister, were seated on the velvety lawn, both having hold of a new pair
of auto goggles, and gravely trying to separate the two eye pieces.</p>
<p>"The little rascals!" cried Mollie, though she, too had to join in the
laughter of her chums. "Paul!" she called. "Dodo! Come here this instant
with my goggles!"</p>
<p>The children looked up, their dispute forgotten.</p>
<p>"Us hasn't any doddles—us got tecticals!" exclaimed Paul.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Well, those are sister's spectacles—to wear in the auto so the dust
won't get in her eyes," explained Mollie, as she approached the twins,
"Give them to sister."</p>
<p>"Oo et us wide in tar us dive um to oo," stipulated Dodo, holding the
goggles behind her back.</p>
<p>"Not to-day, pet," said Mollie, sweetly—compromisingly.</p>
<p>Dodo arose, and backed away, limping slightly, for she was not quite
recovered from a recent operation as the result of a peculiar accident.
She held the goggles out of reach, and, walking with her eyes fixed on
her sister, she was in danger of stumbling.</p>
<p>"She'll fall and break them," cried Grace.</p>
<p>"That's what I'm afraid of," said Mollie. "Come, Dodo, give the glasses
to sister."</p>
<p>"Her dive um for tandy!" cried the crafty Paul, seeing a chance to make
capital out of his little sister's strategic move. "Us dive oo glasses
for tandy; won't us, Dodo?"</p>
<p>"Us will," assented Dora—or Dodo, as she was almost universally called.
"Us dive for tandy—lots of tandy."</p>
<p>"The little rascals," laughed Mollie. "I wish I dared rush at her and
take them away. But she might fall——" and with the recollection of
what little Dodo had suffered, Mollie gave up<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</SPAN></span> her plan of action. The
chauffeur tooted on the auto horn, as much as to say:</p>
<p>"Come, I'm waiting for you."</p>
<p>"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Mollie. "Have any of you——"</p>
<p>"Grace, will you kindly oblige?" asked Betty, with a laugh. "Surely you
are not without chocolates on this momentous occasion."</p>
<p>"I don't see why you assume that I always have candy," remarked the
tall, slender girl, whose willowy figure added to the charm of her face,
framed in a wealth of light hair.</p>
<p>"Oh, we know your failing," laughed Betty. "Come, Grace, you are
delaying the game, and if we are going for an auto ride with
Mollie—let—let's have it—over with."</p>
<p>"Well, I like the way you speak!" exclaimed Mollie, rather
sharply—Mollie had a failing in her quick temper. "If you girls are
afraid to come in my new car, just because I'm going to steer all alone,
why——"</p>
<p>"Oh, Mollie, I didn't mean it that way at all!" protested Betty. "I just
didn't want Grace to feel——"</p>
<p>"Where is tandy?" demanded Paul, as he approached his little sister,
evidently with the intention of again assuming the dispute over the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</SPAN></span>
goggles in case no confectionery was forthcoming.</p>
<p>"Grace, have you any?" asked Mollie, beseechingly. "We <i>must</i> get
started, and the day is so fine we don't want to miss any of it.
Paul—Dodo—don't you dare break my glasses!" She shook a warning finger
at them.</p>
<p>"I just <i>happen</i> to have some chocolates," said Grace, with an air of
injured dignity. From the pocket of her sweater she produced a small
box, and held it out to Dodo. The child, with a glad cry, dropped the
goggles on the grass and sprang for Grace. Paul, too, joined in the
race, and while Mollie picked up her recovered property the twins, with
a new matter to contend about, gravely sat down on the lawn, and
proceeded to divide the candy.</p>
<p>"Now come on!" cried Mollie, "before something else happens. Be good
children!" she cautioned them, "and don't go away."</p>
<p>"No," they chorused, while Paul added:</p>
<p>"Bring us more tandy—not bery much here."</p>
<p>"Which speaks well for the appetite of Grace," murmured Amy.</p>
<p>"Oh, let me alone!" protested Grace, with as near a show of temper as
she ever indulged in. Mollie looked at her and remarked:<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"You're getting my complaint, Grace dear."</p>
<p>"Well, I'm tired of always having candy thrown in my face—what if I do
like chocolate?"</p>
<p>"You should have thrown the candy in her mouth—not in her face,"
laughed Betty, and then Grace smiled instead of frowning, and the four
chums—the Outdoor Girls, as they had come to be called from living so
much in the open—walked across the lawn to the waiting car.</p>
<p>"It certainly is a beauty!" declared Grace, as her eyes, and those of
her friends, took in all the details of the auto. "Mollie, you are a
lucky girl, and so is Betty with her motor boat. Amy, I wonder what good
fortune is coming to us?"</p>
<p>"It will have to be an airship in your case, Grace," said Mollie. "One
boat and one car is enough. You had better pray for an aeroplane."</p>
<p>"Never!" assented Grace. "The land and water are enough for me."</p>
<p>"And as for Amy," said Betty, "she wants a balloon, perhaps."</p>
<p>Amy shook her head, and a strange look came over her face. Her chums
knew what it meant—that above everything else she would have preferred
having the mystery of her identity solved.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Well, if we're going to mote—let's mote!" exclaimed Mollie, perhaps
with a desire to change the subject. "I'm going to take you for a nice
long spin."</p>
<p>"Aren't you nervous—to think of being at the wheel without some one
beside to help you in case of emergency?" asked Betty.</p>
<p>"Were you, in the <i>Gem?</i>" retorted Mollie.</p>
<p>"A little, but then, you know, a motor boat doesn't go as fast as a
car—somehow you seem to have a better chance in case of collisions, or
accidents."</p>
<p>"There aren't going to be any collisions or accidents," declared Mollie,
with conviction. "I'm going to be careful until I get a little more
accustomed to it, and then——"</p>
<p>"You'll scorch, like all the others, I suppose," put in Amy.</p>
<p>"Never! Now who's going to ride with me on the front seat?"</p>
<p>For a moment no one answered—Betty, Grace and Amy looked at one
another, and then they burst into laughter.</p>
<p>"Well, do you want to draw lots for it?" inquired Mollie, with a trace
of sarcasm. "I thought you'd feel honored."</p>
<p>"I will!" exclaimed Betty. "But you will be careful; won't you, Mollie
dear?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Of course. I'm no more anxious to get into trouble than you are. Oh,
what did I do with my handkerchief?"</p>
<p>"It's up your sleeve," said Grace, indicating a bulge in Mollie's
sweater.</p>
<p>"Well, come on!" exclaimed the owner of the new car.</p>
<p>"She says it as though she were—going to—jail!" laughed Grace.</p>
<p>The demonstrator had alighted from the car, and was looking it over,
testing the tires with his hand.</p>
<p>"Is it all right, Mr. Ransom?" asked Mollie, a bit anxiously. "Is
anything the matter?"</p>
<p>"Not a thing, Miss Billette," he replied. "It is in perfect order. And
I'm sure you can run it alone very easily. You have had a number of
lessons, and you learned very quickly."</p>
<p>"If only I remember to let out my clutch before I change gears," Mollie
murmured.</p>
<p>"Oh, you'll remember that," returned the chauffeur, to give her the
confidence he saw she needed.</p>
<p>"I'll remind you of it," volunteered Betty.</p>
<p>The girls got into the car, and the man, impressing a few important
facts on the pretty girl driver, lifted his cap as Mollie pressed the
button of the self-starter.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Here we go!" cried Grace, as the motor throbbed and hummed.</p>
<p>Carefully Mollie threw out the clutch, and slipped in first speed. Then
releasing the clutch pedal gradually she felt the car move slowly
forward. A flush of pleasure came to her face; for, though she had
several times performed this feat of late, the demonstrator had always
sat beside her. Now she was doing it alone.</p>
<p>"Fine!" cried Betty, as the car gathered speed.</p>
<p>"You're all right!" Mr. Ransom called after the girls.</p>
<p>From first to second gear, and then in another moment to high, was
performed by Mollie without a hitch. Then she advanced the spark and gas
levers.</p>
<p>"Well, so far—so good!" spoke Amy, with a sigh of relief.</p>
<p>"I knew Mollie could do it," declared Betty. "Look out for that wagon,
my dear," she cried, a second later.</p>
<p>"I see it," and Mollie gave it such a wide berth that she sent her car
needlessly to the grassy part of the country highway that led out of
Deepdale.</p>
<p>"I don't want more than my half of the road," good-naturedly called the
farmer who was driving the horse-drawn vehicle. "If all motorists were<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</SPAN></span>
as generous as you there'd be no complaints," and he smiled and lifted
his cap.</p>
<p>"It's better to be sure than sorry," said Mollie. "Well, girls, how do
you like it?" and she ventured to turn around for an instant to speak to
Grace and Amy in the tonneau.</p>
<p>"It's scrumptious!" declared Grace, between bites at a chocolate.</p>
<p>"Lovely," chimed in Amy.</p>
<p>"However did you prevail on your mother to get you the car?" asked
Belly.</p>
<p>"Well, you see, when poor papa died," explained Mollie, as she put on a
little more speed, "he provided in his will that on my seventeenth
birthday I should have a certain sum of money to use just as I
pleased—within reason, of course.</p>
<p>"He didn't say what it was for, but he had suggested that I take a trip
to Europe. But I want to do that later, when I can better appreciate
what I see, so I asked mamma if I couldn't use the money for a car, and
she allowed me to. The result—you now behold," and she patted the
steering wheel.</p>
<p>"We do more than merely behold it," said Grace. "It was sweet of you to
ask us for a spin."</p>
<p>"Why wouldn't I, when Betty has been hav<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</SPAN></span>ing us off on a <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'criuse'">cruise</ins> in her
motor boat?" replied Mollie. Then she cried: "Oh, dear! There's a dog!"
for one was in the road ahead.</p>
<p>"He can't bite us—up here," said Betty. "Unless you are afraid of your
tires."</p>
<p>"No, it isn't that, but I'm afraid I may run over him!"</p>
<p>However, the dog leaped away from the road, darted into an open gateway,
and from behind the safe vantage of the fence barked at the passing
auto.</p>
<p>"I don't mind you there," said Mollie, with a sigh of relief. "Oh, but
isn't this lovely!" and she inhaled deeply of the flower-scented air.
There had been a shower the night before, and the roads were in
excellent condition. Mollie had had the car about two weeks, and had
taken several lessons in driving. As the chauffeur had said, she had
proved an apt pupil, and now, being fully qualified, as her license
stated, to run it alone, she had, on this first occasion, invited her
friends for a run.</p>
<p>For several miles the girls rode along, enjoying to the utmost the
swift, silent and easy motion, and drinking in the sweet air. They
admired the views, too, for though they had been out with Mollie when
she was taking her lessons, they had been so much occupied with<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</SPAN></span>
watching her attempts to steer, and listening to the man's instructions,
that they had not fully appreciated the beauty of the country through
which they passed. And the country about Deepdale was beautiful.</p>
<p>"Are you going out Shadow Valley way?" asked Betty, as Mollie
successfully made a turn into another highway, off the main one.</p>
<p>"No, not this time, though we must go there some day. I thought we'd
motor to Farmington, and go home by way of Skillman."</p>
<p>"That's a nice way," said Grace. "Here, Mollie, open your mouth," and,
as her chum did so, Grace inserted a chocolate, for Mollie had not yet
enough confidence to take her hands from the steering wheel, except to
shift gears, with the right.</p>
<p>They were going along a well-shaded road now, the big maples on either
side meeting in an arch of green overhead. Some of the branches were so
low that care had to be taken in passing under them, as Mollie had the
top of the car up for protection.</p>
<p>As they approached one immense and ancient tree they saw a flutter of
white amid the branches near the ground.</p>
<p>"What's that?" cried Betty.</p>
<p>"Look out!" exclaimed Grace.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>The white object—large and fluttering—toppled from the tree, almost in
front of the car, and with a little scream of fear Mollie gave the
steering wheel such a sudden twist that the auto swerved and nearly
upset. Across the road it shot on two wheels, and crashed into the
bushes and briars that lined the highway.</p>
<p>Instinctively Mollie jammed on the brake, and threw out the clutch, the
next instant shutting off the power, but so suddenly did she stop in the
excess of her zeal that Grace and Amy were thrown from their seats, and
Betty had to put out her hands to avoid hitting the wind shield.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</SPAN></span></p>
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<h2>CHAPTER II</h2>
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