The Motor Girls at Lookout Beach; Or, In Quest of the Runaways — John Shaqi
The Motor Girls at Lookout Beach; Or, In Quest of the RunawaysPenrose, Margaret
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The Motor Girls at Lookout Beach; Or, In Quest of the Runaways
Penrose, Margaret
Automobile travel -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Societies and clubs -- Juvenile fiction; Runaway children -- Juvenile fiction
"Well now, that's fine!" declared Jack. "We play golf out Chelton way.
Suppose you just take a trolley ride in next Saturday, and we will see
what we can do. Here is your car-fare. Be sure not to lose it, for
trolley fellows are no respecters of persons."
Meanwhile Bess and Belle were racing with Walter and Ed, and the
afternoon was to them a time of that sort of enjoyment that comes
unbidden, unplanned, and therefor proof against disappointment. Of
course Cora was not by any means miserable, for no companion was to
her more her chum than was Jack; then little Andy lent his novel
personality to her surroundings, but still the thought that two young
girls, Rose and Nellie, had deliberately run away, that they were
practically accused of having taken a pair of diamond earrings valued
at two hundred and fifty dollars, and that the case in which these
stones seemed to have formerly reposed was actually found by Cora in
the berry crate--was it any wonder that she did not laugh as lightly as
did Bess Robinson? Or that she refused Ed Foster's pressing invitation
to go into Snow's for an ice cream drink?
At the drug store Jack stopped the _Whirlwind_ to allow little Andy to
board a trolley car back to Squaton, but, as he left, Cora warned him
to be very careful what he said about the runaways.
"Oh, don't you never fear, miss," he answered, crowding his negatives
to make one good big "no." "Rose and Nellie are my friends, and I know
how to stick by 'em."
CHAPTER IX
COMPLICATIONS
"Isn't it strange, Jack," almost whispered Cora to her brother, as,
later that evening, the two sat on the veranda of their home, and
talked over the day's proceedings, "I cannot believe--they--took them.
But it does look very----"
"Well, sis," began the young man, "we have had other experiences with
things that _looked_ strange, and you will remember that strange looks
are not to be depended upon for absolute facts."
"Oh, I don't mean to say that those two poor, strange girls could be
so dishonest," she hurried to say, "but the trouble is, that Mrs.
Ramsy is angry with them for leaving her, and of course she will do
all she can to make trouble for them. Then she even threatened me."
"She did, eh?" exclaimed Jack. "Well, she had better go slow. I don't
call a person ignorant just because they happen to be illiterate, for
I always find they know more than I do on some subject, but this
woman--she is the--limit."
"You see," faltered Cora, hardly knowing just how to tell her brother,
"the girls, it seems, had their mother's wedding ring, and she took it
from them. To make up for that they took the crate of berries, then
finding the earring-box in it----"
"I know exactly what you are afraid to surmise, sis," said Jack, "but,
as I said before, it may all be wrong. I, of course, have never seen
the girls, and cannot confess to so lively an interest in them as you
have worked up, but I must say, I would like to see the old lady get
what's coming to her."
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