about twenty-five miles an hour, when a traffic
policeman in Yonkers held up his hand to stop the northward-bound
travelers.

Dodo had just turned her head momentarily to send a quizzical look at
Polly who sat in the back seat, and so failed to see the raised hand. The
car therefore ran across the street and at the same time, a low-built
racer shot along the right of way and the two noses rammed each other,
although both drivers used the emergency brakes.

The girls screamed with fright at the unexpected shock and the dreadful
jolt they received when the cars collided. And two young college students
cursed politely and scowled fearfully at the "crazy girl-drivers" who
never knew which way they were going. But the poor cars suffered the most
from this conflict. Headlights were smashed, fenders and mud guards were
so dented in as to look pitiful, while the front wheels of both cars were
interlocked in such a way that they could not be separated.

This cause held up all traffic on both streets and annoyed the officer so
that he threatened a wholesale arrest. He asked the names of both
drivers. The young man gave his as "John Baxter, New York." His license
number was taken, and he was asked for his permit. He showed it without
hesitation, and the girls gazed at each other in dismay. They had
forgotten about such a need!

The officer came over to Dodo's side.

"What's your name?"

"Dodo Alexander," stammered she, forgetting her full name.

"Humph! Baptized that name?"

"Yes--no, oh NO. I never was baptized, I reckon."

"Humph--a heathen, I see!" snarled the policeman. "Well, where do you
live, or where'd you hail from?"

Eleanor had been grinning at the officer's reply, and now she could not
withstand the temptation to answer: "From the Cannibal Isles."

The crowd standing about the two cars, laughed--all but the policeman. He
scowled at Eleanor and said: "Be careful, young lady, or I'll take you
along for contempt of court."

"But you are not arresting _me_, and this is not Court," argued Eleanor.

"Oh, goodness me! Is he going to arrest me?" cried Dodo.

"If you don't answer my questions promptly, I'll arrest you," returned
the officer, severely.

"Well, I am from Denver, Colorado, where folks don't fuss like you do in
the East, just because you cross a street to get to the other side!"
declared Dodo, in self-justification.

"From Denver! Got a New York license to drive?" said he.

"No, I haven't, but