"The dance we are going to give at our bungalow night after to-morrow.
It will be great! Mrs. Robinson, will you come and bring the girls?"
"Of course," a.s.sented the twins" mother.
"Then hurrah for the first dance of the bungaloafers!" cried Ed and Walter. "Long may it last, we will live in the future, and forget all the past."
"Oh, Jack--a dance!" cried Bess. "Tell me all about it," which Jack, nothing loath, did with much wealth of detail. And there, on the porch of Clover Cottage, while the silver moon shone over the sea, we will say good-bye, for a time, to the Motor Girls and their friends.
THE END