Never mind, Dad, I shan't have
the car for a couple of weeks, but trust me to stir up something else just
as exciting."
Mr. McCarthy would not venture to drive the car back to the log road,
after it had been finally unloaded of trunks and bags and a great
assortment of odds and ends. Jane could not have required more luggage had
she been going to a fashionable summer resort for her vacation. She called
to the girls to get in and ride out to the log road with them. Harriet and
Tommy accepted the invitation with Mrs. Livingston's permission. The Chief
Guardian thought that Harriet's influence might have a wholesome effect
on this wild, motherless girl. Harriet was glad when the drive came to an
end. Time and time again it seemed as though the machine would be wrecked,
but Jane jockeyed her car over the dangerous places, missing trunks of
trees and rocks by the narrowest possible margin.
"There!" she said driving the car triumphantly out onto the log road. "If
you can't get home alone now, Daddy dear, you don't deserve to. Come back
to see me next Sunday. Maybe they won't want me after that. Maybe they
won't be able to stand me that long."
Jane leaped back into the car, from which she had descended, giving her
father an affectionate hug and a kiss. Then she suddenly threw in the
clutch and sprang out.
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