e--enough for all.
I've sardines and pickles too,
My aim is always to please you."

"And you generally hit what you aim at," laughed Grace. "I think I'll
have a few more chocolates," she added, as she inspected her box. "These
won't last all day, and I know yours are good, Mr. Lagg."

"I'll bring them out," he said, as he hurried into the store.

The girls bought a few other things they found they had overlooked in
starting off, and once more they got under way.

"Don't forget the ghost!" pleaded Mr. Lagg, as he waved farewell. "Get
rid of it for me."

"Poor old man--he really means it," said Amy. "I wonder what can be in
that house?"

"Bats and rats, most likely," said "Cousin Jane," as they all called
her. "Bats and rats!"

"Worse than spooks--when they get in your hair," spoke Mollie. "Give me
a nice clean ghost, that waltzes around in a two-step. Oh, girls, I hope
we can go to a dance of two on our tour."

"Some are planned for us," said Mollie.

They kept on, enjoying the ride to the utmost. Just before noon they got
a puncture, and voted not to attend to it until after lunch, which they
ate near a road-side spring, under a great oak tree. And then the Fates
were kind to them. For, as they were laboriously jacking up the car to
take off the tire, a lone chauffeur, in a big car, came along and kindly
offered to do the work for them.

The girls gladly accepted, and watched him carefully, for though they
had once or twice before changed a shoe, they were not skillful at it.
Mollie offered the man some change, but he declined with a laugh and
reddened under his tan.

"Then do have some lunch!" said Betty, understanding his embarrassment.

"And chocolates," added Grace, generously.

"I will," he said. "It's hard work driving a big car like mine--all
alone."

"Oh, is it _your_ car?" asked Mollie. "I thought----" and as the young
man nodded she understood why he had refused the money. He was the
owner.

"Oh, girls!" exclaimed Mollie, when he had gone, "and to think that I
wanted to pay him--maybe he's a millionaire."

"You meant it all right," said Betty. "And really he looked like a
professional chauffeur. He might have taken the money, and let us think
so. I read a story once where a man did that, and fell in love with a
girl, and----"

"Spare us the details," begged Grace.

Again the girls were off, and without further accident, save that when
Betty was driving she narrowly