The Motor Girls in the Mountains.

by Margaret Penrose.

CHAPTER I

BREAKING THE SPEED LIMIT

"Say, girls, isn't this the best thing ever?"

Cora Kimball, the girl whose hand was on the wheel of the motor car as it sped swiftly along a sun-flecked country road, put the words in the form of a question, but they were really an exclamation drawn from her by sheer delight in living. She was gloriously indifferent as to an answer, but the answer came just the same from the two pretty girls who occupied the seat behind her.

"It's perfectly grand!" cried Belle Robinson, the more slender of the two, as she snuggled down still more luxuriously in the soft cushions of the automobile.

"It seems to me yet as though it must be a dream," declared her twin sister Bess, who was considerably larger than either of her companions.

"Pinch me, somebody, so that I can be sure it's real."

Cora reached over mischievously and took her at her word.

Bess drew back with a little squeal.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed. "You took a piece out that time!"

"Well, what if I did?" laughed Cora. "You can spare a little without missing it."

"You ought to be thankful to Cora for helping you to reduce," put in her sister slyly.

Bess flushed a trifle, for her "plumpness"-she abominated the word "stout" and avoided it as if it were the plague-was rather a tender point with her.

"I don't care for such drastic methods," she retorted. "I'd rather take the flesh off more gradually. Besides," she added with a show of pride, "I'm going down quite fast enough as it is. I'm two pounds lighter than I was last week."

"Swell chance you have of getting thinner when you will keep nibbling at chocolate creams," remarked her sister unbelievingly. "You might hand some over, you stingy thing, instead of keeping them all to yourself."

"No such thing!" denied Bess, producing a small box. "They're lemon drops, and everybody knows _they_ don't make you"-she was going to say "fat," but checked herself just in time to subst.i.tute "plump."

"Slip one into my mouth, Belle," commanded Cora. "I don't dare to take my hand from the wheel."

"I noticed that you took it away fast enough when you wanted to pinch me," remarked Bess.

"That was different," returned Cora. "You asked me to, and I'd do a good deal to oblige a friend."

"Heaven save me from my friends," sighed Bess, and then they all laughed.

For laughter came easy on a day like this. The sun of early August was tempered by a light breeze that removed any suspicion of sultriness. The road was a good one, and Cora's car under her expert guidance glided along with scarcely a jar. Great trees on either side provided a grateful shade. Squirrels scolded noisily in the branches, and here and there a chipmunk slipped like a shadow along the fences and the hum of the locusts filled the air with a dreamy harmony. A bobolink flitted across the road, dropping a whole sheaf of silver notes from his joyous throat.

It was a day on which it was good to be alive.

"To think that we're really on our way to the Adirondacks," murmured Belle delightedly. "I've wanted to go there ever since I wore pigtails."

"And to Camp Kill Kare," said Bess. "The very name seems to promise all kinds of fun."

"Doesn't it?" agreed Cora. "And how much more fun it is to go this way than in stuffy old railway cars."

"Are you sure we can get there by to-morrow night?" asked Belle.

"We can if nothing happens to the car," answered Cora. "It's in splendid shape now, and we're fairly eating up the miles. Of course, if it rains and the roads get muddy it may take us a little longer. But after all the rain we had last week, I guess we can be sure of good weather. There isn't a cloud in the sky now."

"Did you finally decide to stay at your Aunt Margaret's house to-night?"

asked Bess.

"Yes," replied Cora. "Isn't it lucky that her home is just about half-way on our trip? If it hadn't been for that, we'd have had to bring a chaperon along with us, and that would have been a nuisance. I suppose they are a necessary evil, but I'm awfully glad when we get a chance to do without one."

"I suppose your Aunt Betty will be at Kill Kare when we get there,"

remarked Belle.

"She's already there," answered Cora. "We got a letter from her yesterday, saying that everything was all ready for us and that she was just dying to see us. And with Aunt Betty in mind, I'll take back what I said about chaperons. She's a perfect dear, and I'm sure you girls will fall dead in love with her."

"I've no doubt we shall," answered Bess. "I'm prepared to love her just from your description. But say, girls," she continued, glancing at her wrist watch, "do you know that it's after twelve o'clock? Don't you think we'd better be looking about for some place to stop to get lunch?"

"Hear that girl talk!" mocked Cora. "And she's the one that's always talking about reducing!"

"Oh, that this too, too solid flesh might melt," quoted Belle.

"If the truth were known, I'll wager I don't eat as much as either of you two," retorted Bess. "I had only a cup of coffee and two rolls this morning."

"You had more than two rolls," declared Belle, "I counted them and there were at least ten."

"What do you mean, Belle Robinson?" asked Bess, turning to her sister in bewilderment.

"Rolls on the floor, I mean," explained Belle, "when you were going through your reducing exercises."

Bess turned her eyes to heaven in mute appeal.

"My own sister giving me away!" she moaned. "Well, our relatives are wished on us, but thank goodness I can choose my friends."

"Stop your sc.r.a.pping, girls," interposed Cora, "and listen to me. There isn't any hotel in sight, and even if there were, who wants to go indoors on a day like this? Mary put up a splendid lunch before we started.

What's the matter with dining _al fresco_?"

"Listen to the girl!" exclaimed Belle. "What does she mean by that?"

"Sounds to me like a sleight of hand performer," murmured Bess.

"You're thinking of 'presto change,'" laughed Cora. "No, my benighted sisters. To put the thing in terms that your limited intelligence can grasp, I meant that we would eat in the open air."

"Good!" exclaimed Belle.

"Right here in the car?" asked Bess.