t my guardian to do it."

"You will not have to," promised Cora. "I will see to that, Nancy dear!"

"You are too good!"

"Nonsense. Anyone would be good to you after all you have suffered. Now
rest, dearie, and I will tell the others all about you."

"They won't blame me; will they?"

"Indeed not! They are all so interested in you, even the boys."

"Have you boys here?"

"Yes, my brother and his chums. I will tell you about them later. You will
like them, I think."

"I am sure I shall. Oh, but it is such a relief to tell this to you!"

"I am glad it was, my dear. Now rest. I am sure you must be tired. The
doctor will be here this evening."

CHAPTER XXVII

A BOLD ATTEMPT

"Isn't it romantic?"

"And to think of all that poor girl suffered!"

"I'd like to get hold of that miserable guardian of hers."

"She has pluck, all right, to get out and hustle for herself."

"Isn't she pretty!"

"I do hope she gets all over her exposure."

"Oh, yes, she is coming on finely."

Rather disjointed talk, I am afraid, but that is exactly the way it went
on--the motor girls and the boys discussing the story of Nancy Ford.

It was evening, and the boys had called to see the girls in the bungalow
of the latter. Nancy had been visited by the doctor, who had reported her
much improved. The telling of her story seemed to have taken an anxiety
off her mind, and with food and medicine she was rapidly regaining her
healthy young strength.

There had been rather a dramatic scene when Jack and Ed were first allowed
to see Nancy. They both started back, and Jack exclaimed:

"It's the girl!"

"And you are those nice boys--how odd," Nancy had said.

"Please explain," begged Cora.

"You know," said Jack. "The night Ed and I got lost. It was Nancy we met
and gave a ride in my auto."

"I suspected it all the while," said Cora, with a smile. "But I said
nothing."

"It was a mere accident," explained Nancy. "I was just on one of the
little trips I took after I ran away from the office, and I miscalculated
my distance. It was awfully nice of your brother to help me."

"Oh, Jack is always nice," said Cora, smiling.

"That means you buy the candy, old man," spoke Ed, with a laugh.

"Well," drawled Jack, as he stretched out lazily on a sofa, later on, "now
the only thing left to do is to find that Mrs. Raymond, and everything
will be cleared up."

"That, and putting that mean Mr. Cross in--in jail!" said Bess, with