Publisher's Synopsis
"Come on, girls, the car is here, and this time I'm going to run it myself!" "You never are, Mollie Billette!" exclaimed Grace Ford, as, with three companions, she hurried to the window of the library of the Billette home, and looked out toward the street, up which was coming a luxurious touring car of the latest model. "Aren't you afraid?" asked Amy Stonington, as she looked admiringly at Mollie, whose cheeks were flushed with excitement. "Oh, it simply gives me the creeps to think about it!" added Grace. "I don't see why," spoke Mollie, as the car, in charge of a demonstrator, came to a stop in front of her house. "I've taken enough lessons, the garage man says; I have my license, and why shouldn't I run my car? Are you afraid to come with me?" "No-no, it isn't exactly that," said Amy, slowly as she fastened the strings of her new motoring hood-all the girls had them, and very becoming they were. "It isn't exactly that, Mollie, but you know--"
