The Motor Girls on a Tour

by Margaret Penrose

  CHAPTER XIII

  AT THE GROTTO

  "We have dropped something," said Cora as the party started off again.

  "Yes," replied Gertrude, "I agree with Ray that the boys are jolly. Wemiss them already."

  "Hush!" cautioned Cora. "We are to have nothing to do with boys onthis trip."

  She laughed at her own assertion.

  "Nothing more to do with them?" asked Belle. Bess kept her machinewithin talking distance.

  "Till the next time," replied Cora, throwing in the second speed gear."But we will certainly have to hurry now. What on earth do you supposeWalter will do with that ram?"

  "What on earth do you think the ram will do with Walter?" replied Ray.

  "He paid the farmer three dollars for him, and the man declared hecould have him for nothing," said Belle. "Now, that three dollars--"

  "Would have bought orchids," interrupted Cora, teasing Belle for hersentimentality.

  "Cora," spoke Hazel suddenly, "did you hear what Ed said to Jack aboutPaul's hold-up?"

  "The forbidden topic," interrupted Gertrude. "Hazel, you don't want tolose the sheepskin for insubordination, do you?"

  "But, Gertrude, please," begged Hazel quite seriously, "I really mustspeak to Cora. I will promise not to be blue, but you know I am veryanxious about Paul."

  "Then speak on, very briefly," replied Gertrude. "I will allow youexactly five minutes."

  "Thanks," said Hazel. "Cora," she began again, "Ed told Jack that thepapers lost from the mail belonged to Mr. Robinson, and have to do witha very valuable patent. Do you suppose the post-office will doanything to Paul?"

  "Oh, you precious baby!" exclaimed Cora. "Don't you know that Paul hasbeen entirely cleared? The mystery is simply who took the papers andotherwise left the mailbag intact?"

  "Poor Paul!" sighed the sister.

  "Poor Hazel!" added Cora. "A sister who is always worrying about ahandsome brother is bound to lose him, eh, Gertrude?"

  Gertrude blushed. She had only met Paul once, and at that time herremark was so positive that Cora had seized the opportunity of teasingthe girl. That she never noticed boys was Gertrude's claim at college,and now Cora was delighted to have a chance of reversing the claim.

  Daisy and Maud, who had been at some distance from the Whirlwind, nowcut past Bess and Belle, making their way to the side of the big marooncar.

  "Cora," called Daisy, "I forgot to tell you. I found this littlesatchel by the road where we stopped."

  Cora gazed at the black bag that Daisy held up for her inspection.

  "Why," faltered Cora, "that must belong to Clip. Why didn't you ask towhom it did belong?"

  "I really never thought a word about it until Maud said just now itmust be Clip's."

  "But why did you pick it up without asking?" insisted Cora, her voicesomewhat indignant.

  "It was dropped on the road. I thought of course it belonged to someof the girls, and just threw it in my car in a hurry when you called tous to hasten along," said Daisy, her voice sharp and eyes flashing.

  "I am sure it must belong to Clip," said Cora, calming down. "I hopeit will not inconvenience her."

  "I wish you would take the smelly thing," shouted Daisy. "It smellslike papa's office, and I hate drugs."

  "Clip was going to see some sick relative," went on Cora, "and ofcourse the satchel--"

  "Must be filled with the sickness," and Daisy laughed sarcastically."Well, papa's bag smells that way, but he has more than one 'sickrelative.'"

  Cora frowned. Gertrude looked surprised. Hazel shook her head atDaisy.

  "Toss it here," called Cora. "I just love disinfectants."

  Daisy threw the bag into the Whirlwind. Then she put on speed andpassed the big car.

  For a few miles the girls seemed very quiet, scarcely any conversationbeing held.

  It was but a short run to the Grotto, the little wayside tea-house.The party was a full hour late, but Cora knew she could depend upongenerous excuses for the motor girls.

  So many things might happen by the way, and so many things did happen.

  "I suppose," murmured Ray, "the biscuit will be stony. I do love hotbiscuit."

  "Don't worry. Tillie will keep things hot, if she possibly can do so.But I hear they have had some very busy days at the Grotto. I hope wehave not hit upon the very busiest. Gertrude, have I told you aboutthe Grotto? Did you know that Mathilde Herold and Adele Genung arekeeping a tea-house this summer, to earn enough money for their senioryear? And they have done surprisingly well. Yes, their folks have asummer place near the tea-house, so the girls go home nights, and ofcourse the place must be very pretty--Tillie is an artist indecorating."

  "Splendid!" exclaimed Gertrude. "Of course I know Tillie. What girlat Springsley doesn't know her? She has been decorating for everyaffair at the gym. And she always helped with chapel. Oh, yes,indeed, Cora, I agree with you, Tillie Herold is an artist."

  "Well, let us hope her talent is not confined to mere walls," said Ray."Hot biscuit requires a different stroke, I believe."

  "In accepting us for to-day," said Cora. "Tillie stipulated that weshould dine table d'hote and no questions asked. I hope, Ray, you willnot be disappointed."

  "Oh, there they are!" exclaimed Hazel. "I see some one waving herapron!"

  "That's Adele," replied Cora. "She knows how to wave aprons. Don't youremember, Gertrude, the night she served the Welsh rarebit, when shemade an apron of our best table-piece with a string through the middle?"

  Cora turned her auto to the roadside. Then she called to the carsfollowing:

  "Here we are, girls. Get your machines well in from the road."

  "Oh, what a charming place!" exclaimed Belle, who was not slow toobserve the attractions of the little Grotto. It seemed all porch andvines, one of those picture places, ample for an eating house, butunsuited for anything else.

  "There!" gasped Daisy; "that's the sort of house to live in!"

  "To live out of, you mean," put in Maud. "I can't see how one couldlive 'in' there."

  The cars were all motionless now. Cora and Gertrude had already"escaped" from the college hug of Adele and Tillie. When the Cheltongirls had been introduced, the vine-covered porch was actually filledwith the members of the motor party.

  "How splendid!" exclaimed Tillie, with that delightful German accentthat defies letters and requires a pretty mouth to "exhale."

  "Darling!" went on Adele, with all the extravagance of schoolgirlenthusiasm.

  "You leave us no adjectives," remarked Cora. "I never saw anything sosweet. How ever did you get those vines to grow so promptly?"

  "Wild cucumber," said Adele with a laugh, "Why, you know, dear, wildcucumber can no more help growing than you can. Isn't she tall,Tillie? I do believe you have grown inches since school, Cora."

  "Yes, mother bemoans it. My duds are all getting away from me."

  "And we have been waiting lunch for you ladies. I did hope we wouldnot have a single visitor to-day, so that we might entertain youproperly," went on Adele, "but two horrid men called. Wanted 'tea';but indeed I know what they wanted--just a quiet place to talk abouttheir old patent papers."

  "Yes, and one broke a beautiful china cup," said Tillie.

  "But he had his thumb gone," Adele hurried to say. "I saw him directlyI went to pick up the pieces. So I suppose we could not exactly blamethe man for dropping Tillie's real German cup."

  "His thumb gone!" repeated Cora absently.

  "Oh!" exclaimed Hazel. "The man we met after Paul's hold-up had lost ajoint of his thumb."

  "And papa said the papers stolen were patent papers!" exclaimed Bess,all excitement.

  "Hush!" whispered Belle. "Bess, you know father particularly said wewere not to speak of that."

  If, as is claimed, the mature woman has the wonderful advantage of aninstinct almost divine, then the growing girl has, undoubtedly, theadvantage of intuitive shocks--flashes of wireless insight intothreatening
surroundings.

  Such a flash was distinctly felt now through the Grotto--even the twoyoung proprietors, who were not supposed to be really concerned, feltdistinctly that "something was doing somewhere."

  Cora sank down into a low wicker chair. Bess and Belle managed to bothget upon a very small divan, while Daisy, Maud and Ray, the "threegraces," stood over in the corner, where an open window let in justenough honeysuckle to sift the very softest possible sunshine about thegroup.

  But Hazel lingered near the telephone. She had confided to Cora thatPaul was not at all well when he left home in the morning, and just nowshe was wondering if it would seem silly for her to call up theWhitehall Company and ask to speak with her brother.

  At that instant the telephone bell rang.

  It sent the expected shock through the little assemblage, and Corajumped up as if she anticipated a message.

  Tillie took down the receiver.

  Presently she was saying "no" and "yes," and then she repeated Cora'sname.

  She handed the receiver to Cora with a whispered word.

  Hazel's face went very white.

  "You little goose!" exclaimed Bess, who instantly noticed the change."Is there no one here worth a telephone message but Hazel Hastings?"

  "Yes, Ed--Ed Foster," they heard Cora say. Then she listened a longtime. Her face did not betray pleasure, and her words were plainlydisguised.

  "All right, Ed," she said finally. "I will attend to it at once. Oh,yes, a perfectly lovely time. Thank you--we are just about to dine.Good-by."

  Cora was slow to hang up the receiver. And when she turned aroundHazel Hastings confronted her.

  "Oh, is it Paul?" asked Hazel. "Tell me quickly. What has happened toPaul?"

  "Hazel," said Cora, "you must have your lunch. You are dreadfullyexcitable."

  But it was Cora Kimball who was distracted, who played with her lunchwithout apparent appetite, and it was she who could take but one cup oftea in the fascinating little tea-house, the college girls' Grotto.