<h3>PAUL AT THE WHEEL</h3>
<p>The girls looked back at the old peddler as they swept on. He was
standing beside his horse, evidently mending some part of the harness.</p>
<p>"It was rather a dilapidated outfit," remarked Betty. "I don't see how
he can cover much ground in a day."</p>
<p>"Probably he doesn't," answered Mollie. "He may sleep in his wagon, eat
there—dining on bread and cheese or herring—and so reduce the high
cost of living. Then he may make a big profit on his hair restorer. Ugh!
The stuff! I could not bear to use it."</p>
<p>"Nor I; and yet he had nice hair."</p>
<p>"Perhaps he'd have that anyhow. He meant it well enough—offering us the
bottle."</p>
<p>"Yes," agreed Betty. "But it was just as well not to take it. My! what a
day of adventures this has been!"</p>
<p>"It has started in almost the way some days did when we were on our
tramp," spoke Grace, from the tonneau.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Or when we were at the lake, trying not to be afraid of the 'ghost',"
added Amy. "Do you intend to do any more cruising this fall, Betty?"</p>
<p>"We may. Would you like it?"</p>
<p>"Would we?" cried Grace, "just ask us!"</p>
<p>"Now please wait," broke in Mollie. "I may have a little plan of my own
to propose soon."</p>
<p>"What is it?" begged Amy.</p>
<p>"I haven't it all worked out yet. I'll tell you as soon as I have. It
may offer us a chance for some fun——"</p>
<p>"And adventures?" asked Betty, quickly.</p>
<p>"And adventures," assented Mollie. "But one thing I do want, and that is
to have each of you girls run the car. I don't want to be selfish and
drive all the while."</p>
<p>"I would like to learn," said Betty, eagerly. "It's good of you to want
us to, Mollie."</p>
<p>"No, I have rather a selfish motive back of it. Sometimes I want to sit
in the tonneau and not have to worry about running over a dog——"</p>
<p>"Look out!" suddenly cried Betty, impulsively grasping Mollie's arm.
"That child!"</p>
<p>A little toddler had run from the yard of a house near the road, and was
scampering across the highway, his mother in close pursuit.</p>
<p>Quickly Mollie put on both brakes, and threw<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</SPAN></span> out the clutch, but there
was no need; for the child, with the perverseness of youth, had turned
and was running back toward the gate, evidently frightened by the
frantic tooting of the horn, the bulb of which Mollie pressed
spasmodically.</p>
<p>"Oh my! What a scare!" panted Mollie, as she slipped in low gear, and
started up again, without coming to a full stop.</p>
<p>"Well, I don't want to seem mean, but he is getting just what he
deserves," said Grace, looking back, "and that is—a spanking. Toddlers
must be made to learn the danger of rushing blindly across auto roads."</p>
<p>"I suppose so," agreed Mollie. "I could just see little Paul then," she
went on. "If I had hit that child——"</p>
<p>She did not finish, but they all knew what she meant.</p>
<p>Deepdale was reached without further incident, and the girls agreed that
Mollie had piloted her car wonderfully well for a beginner.</p>
<p>"Of course I've got lots to learn," she said to her chums, "but that
will come gradually, the demonstrator said. One learns, after a while,
to steer instinctively, and to do everything almost automatically—like
slowing down, applying the brakes and so on. Now you girls must come
over to-night, and we'll——"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Talk!" interrupted Amy. "We've got lots to talk about."</p>
<p>"We always have," said Grace, looking in vain for a chocolate. The car
had stopped in front of her house, and Mollie had said she would leave
the other girls at their residences.</p>
<p>"Oh, don't bother," Betty had protested. "You must be tired, and it's
only a step."</p>
<p>"No, we must do this in style!" decided Mollie. "What is the use of a
motor car if one can't bring one's friends home in the proper mode?" And
she had her way.</p>
<p>The auto was to be kept in a public garage until Mrs. Billette could
have one built on her own premises, and, leaving her machine with the
man in charge, Mollie walked home.</p>
<p>That night her three chums called, and the talk was almost entirely
devoted to the strange girl and her queer disappearance.</p>
<p>In the days that followed the four inseparables took many rides out into
the beautiful country around Deepdale. True to her determination, Mollie
insisted on Betty, Amy and Grace taking at least a few lessons. Betty
was quick to learn, but Grace was not quite strong enough to handle the
wheel properly, and Amy was too timid. Still, either of the latter could
manage the car on a straight, level road, but Betty was the only<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</SPAN></span> one
who persisted enough to be able to get a license, which she one day took
out on Mollie's suggestion.</p>
<p>"And what is the something you were going to tell us?" asked Betty of
Mollie one day, as they were returning from a short run, Betty at the
wheel.</p>
<p>"Oh, it isn't quite ready yet," she said. "I'll tell you in plenty of
time to prepare for it, though. Mind your wheel, Bet, there are two cars
coming back of us, and I think they're going to pass us close."</p>
<p>"Well, let them look out, I'm on the right side of the road."</p>
<p>Two cars, scorching, did pass them, throwing up a cloud of dust that
caused the girls to gasp choke.</p>
<p>"Horrid creatures!" cried Grace. "My new cloak will be spoiled!" and she
dusted off the auto garment she had recently purchased.</p>
<p>"It is such as they who give all autoists a bad name," remarked Mollie.
"One rule of our club must be never to scorch."</p>
<p>"Our club?" asked Grace, wonderingly.</p>
<p>"There—I've told part of my secret!" exclaimed Mollie, in some
confusion. "I was going to suggest that, as we have a sort of informal
Camping and Tramping Club, and as there is<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</SPAN></span> a kind of motor boat club
feeling existing among us, we form an auto club."</p>
<p>"Let's!" proposed Amy. "Bet has the boat, you have the car, Mollie, but
poor Grace and I——"</p>
<p>"That doesn't make a bit of difference!" broke in Mollie. "You don't
have to have an auto to belong to this club. Just as when you get your
airship, Grace, we'll join your aero club; though you'll be the only one
with a flying machine."</p>
<p>"No flies for me!" said Grace, determinedly.</p>
<p>They reached Mollie's house rather early that afternoon, not having gone
far.</p>
<p>"Do come in for a cup of tea," urged Mollie. "It will refresh you all.
No, no, Paul!" she called to her brother, "you must not get in sister's
auto when she is not in it," for the little <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'follow'">fellow</ins> had started to climb
up in the front seat as the girls strolled toward the house.</p>
<p>"Oo dot any tandy?" he asked, coming toward them.</p>
<p>"Oh dear, I wonder if I will always have to bribe you, Paul?" sighed
Mollie. "Grace, will you kindly oblige again? I guess I shall have to
appoint you official candy distributor."</p>
<p>"That would suit me," laughed Grace. "Here, Paul, and don't get that on
your suit—the choco<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</SPAN></span>late is so sticky and messy in warm weather," and
Grace daintily removed, with the tip of her tongue, some brown spots
from the ends of her rosy fingers that had passed the candy to the
little boy.</p>
<p>The girls were sipping tea in the library, and talking, when there came
from out in front the sudden throbbing of an auto motor. Mollie leaped
up and rushed to the window. Then she screamed:</p>
<p>"Oh girls! Paul is in my car and it's running away with him! Oh, stop
him, some one!"</p>
<p>They all saw little Paul—a mite in the seat—holding bravely to the
steering wheel, and the car moving down the hill in front of the
Billette home.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</SPAN></span></p>
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<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2>
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