"I think we are ready to start, girls." Miss Elting folded the road
map that she had been studying and placed it in a pocket of her long
dust coat. There was a half-smile on her face, a merry twinkle in her
eyes.

"Which way do I drive?" questioned Jane McCarthy.

"Straight ahead out of the village," answered Miss Elting, the
guardian of the party of young girls who were embarking on their
summer's vacation under somewhat unusual circumstances.

"It's the first time I ever started for a place without knowing what
the place was, or where I was going," declared Jane McCarthy,
otherwise known as "Crazy Jane."

"Won't you pleathe tell uth where we are going?" lisped Grace
Thompson.

Miss Elting shook her head, with decision.

"Do my father and mother know where we are going?" persisted Grace.

"Of course they know, Tommy. The parents of each of you know, and I
know, and so shall you after you reach your destination. Have you
everything in the car, Jane?"

"Everything but myself," nodded Jane. The latter's automobile, well
loaded with camping equipment, stood awaiting its passengers. The
latter were Miss Elting, Jane McCarthy, Harriet Burrell, Grace
Thompson, Hazel Holland and Margery Brown, the party being otherwise
known as "The Meadow-Brook Girls." "Get in, girls. We'll shake the
dust of Meadow-Brook from our tires before you can count twenty,"
continued Jane. "If Crazy Jane were to drive through the town slowly
folks surely would think something startling had happened to her. Is
there anything you wish to do before we leave, Miss Elting?"

"Not that I think of at the moment, Jane."

"Oh, let's say good-bye to our folks," suggested Margery Brown.

"I have thaid good-bye," answered Grace with finality.

"We'll give them a farewell blast," chuckled Jane. With that she
climbed into the car, and, with a honk of the horn, drove down that
street and into the next, keeping the horn going almost continually.
As they passed the home of each girl the young women gave the yell of
the Meadow-Brook Girls:

"Rah, rah, rah,
Rah, rah, rah!
Meadow-Brook, Meadow-Brook,
Sis, boom, ah!"

It was shouted in chorus at their homes, and as the car passed the
homes of their friends as well. Hands were waved from windows, hats
were swung in the air by boy friends, while the older people smiled
indulgently and nodded to them as the rapidly moving motor car passed
through the village.

"I think the town kno