"Am I not a goose?" she asked plaintively, and Betty, trying to laugh,
choked, too, and abandoned the attempt.
Then they both smiled, an April sort of uncertain smile and went in to
breakfast.
"I guess," remarked Betty whimsically, just as Mollie and Amy ran down the
stairs and into the room, "that we're fast becoming what you said you were
the other day, Gracie--a regular flock of geese!"
CHAPTER XVI
SPARRING FOR TIME
The roads were muddy from the heavy rain that had fallen over night, but
Mollie demurred when the girls suggested that they walk to the station
rather than go in the automobile.
"It may be all very well for you," she declared, "but I certainly don't
feel in any mood for taking a two-mile walk this morning."
"Well, my knees do feel kind of weak and wobbly," agreed Amy plaintively.
"But you know how reckless you are, Mollie, and on these wet roads we're
very apt to skid."
"Well, but what's one skid more or less in a good cause?" interrupted
Betty merrily. "Besides, I guess we wouldn't have time to walk, anyway,"
she added quickly, as dozens of soldiers began pouring from their
barracks. "We'll never be able to get to the station before the boys
unless we take the car."
"Girls, they're really going," wailed Amy, as they quickly got into their
wraps.
"Certainly looks like it," said Grace grimly, for once not knowing or
caring whether the becoming little hat was tilted at exactly the right
angle or not.
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