The car shot ahead, lurching from side to side of
the narrow logging road, greeted with shouts of delight from Jane, her
father making frantic efforts to regain control of it, which he finally
did after threatening to wreck it. He shook a fist over his shoulder at
Jane, then disappeared around a bend in the road.
"Isn't he the prize old dad?" laughed Jane, a suspicious moisture
appearing on her eye-lashes.
"He ith too eathy with you, that ith what ith the matter with him,"
declared Tommy abruptly.
"Of course he is," admitted Jane. "He is afraid to be otherwise. Let's go
back and see what's going on. It looks like a regular circus. What time do
they feed the animals?"
"Dinner is at half past six, if that is what you mean," replied Harriet
rather severely. "May I make a suggestion or two, Jane?"
"Sure you may. Is it a lecture?"
"A sort of lecture."
"Advance your spark. I'm in on the back seat."
"You should try to control yourself here. The girls will think you unfit
to associate with them if you are so boisterous. Besides, Mrs. Livingston
will not tolerate it."
"What, be a goody-goody girl?" demanded Jane, opening her eyes in
amazement.
"No. But try to curb your spirits a little."
"Darlin', I can't do it. I've got to be my own natural self.
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