BLUE BONNET put her head out of the car window for the hundredth
time that hour, and drew it back with a sigh of utter exasperation.
"Uncle Cliff," she declared impatiently, "if The Wanderer doesn't
move a little faster I'll simply have to get out and push " "Better
blame the engine, Honey," said Uncle Cliff in his slow, soothing
way. "The Wanderer is doing her best. Might as well blame the wagon
for not making the horses gallop " "I know," she confessed. "But it
seems as if we'd never get to Woodford. This is the longest-seeming
journey I ever took-even if it is in a private car." Then, fearing
to appear inappreciative, she added quickly: "But I do think it is
mighty good of Mr. Maldon to let us take his very own car. I can
just see the We are Sevens' eyes pop right out when they see this
style of ravelling."
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