"That is the question, isn't it?" laughed Nan.
"One of these taxi-cabs could take us," suggested Bess.
"But they cost so much," objected her friend. "And we can't read those
funny clocks they have and the chauffeur could overcharge us all he
pleased. Besides," Nan added, "I don't like their looks."
"Looks of what--the taxis?"
"The chauffeurs," responded Nan, promptly.
"We-ell, we've got to go somehow--and trust to somebody," Bess said
reflectively. "I wonder should we go to that hotel where we stayed that
week with mother? They would take us in I suppose."
"But goodness! why should we be so helpless?" demanded Nan. "I'm sure two
boys would start right out and find their way to Grace's."
"Would you _dare_?" cried Bess.
"Why not? Come on! We don't want to spend all our money in taxi fares.
Let's go over there and ask that car man who seems to be bossing the
conductors and motormen."
The girls, with their handbags, started across the great square before
the station. Almost at once they found themselves in a tangle of
vehicular traffic that quite confused Bess, and even troubled the
cooler-headed Nan.
"Oh, Nan! I'm scared!" cried her chum, clinging with her free hand to
Nan's arm.
"For pity's sake, don't be foolish!" commanded Nan.
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