"Must be filled with the sickness," and Daisy laughed sarcastically. "Well, papa's bag smells that way, but he has more than one 'sick relative.'" Cora frowned. Gertrude looked surprised. Hazel shook her head at Daisy. "Toss it here," called Cora. "I just love disinfectants." Daisy threw the bag into the Whirlwind. Then she put on speed and passed the big car. For a few miles the girls seemed very quiet, scarcely any conversation being 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 upon generous 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 hot biscuit." "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 we have not hit upon the very busiest. Gertrude, have I told you about the Grotto? Did you know that Mathilde Herold and Adele Genung are keeping a tea-house this summer, to earn enough money for their senior year? And they have done surprisingly well. Yes, their folks have a summer place near the tea-house, so the girls go home nights, and of course the place must be very pretty--Tillie is an artist in decorating." "Splendid!" exclaimed Gertrude. "Of course I know Tillie. What girl at Springsley doesn't know her? She has been decorating for every affair 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 we should dine table d'hote and no questions asked. I hope, Ray, you will not be disappointed." "Oh, there they are!" exclaimed Hazel. "I see some one waving her apron!" "That's Adele," replied Cora. "She knows how to wave aprons. Don't you remember, Gertrude, the night she served the Welsh rarebit, when she made 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 cars following: "Here we are, girls. Get your machines well in from the road." "Oh, what a charming place!" exclaimed Belle, who was not slow to observe the attractions of the little Grotto. It seemed all porch and vines, one of those picture places, ample for an eating house, but unsuited 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 could live 'in' there." The cars were all motionless now. Cora and Gertrude had already "escaped" from the college hug of Adele and Tillie. When the Chelton girls had been introduced, the vine-covered porch was actually filled with the members of the motor party.