"Nor I, either," added Belle.
"I wonder----"
"Who"s kissing her now?" interrupted Jack, with a laugh.
"Silly boy! I was going to say I wonder what will happen to us next vacation."
"Hard to tell," declared Ed.
"Let"s arrange for us boys to get lost, and for the girls to find us,"
proposed Walter.
"Don"t consider yourselves of such importance," said Hazel, but she blushed prettily.
"Oh, well, it"s all in the game," declared Jack. "I feel in my bones that something will happen."
It did, and what it was will be told in the next volume of this series, to be ent.i.tled, "The Motor Girls on Cedar Lake; Or, The Hermit of Fern Island." In that we will meet with the young ladies and their friends again, and hear further of Cora"s resourcefulness in times of danger.
The tour through New England came to an end one beautiful day, when, after a picnic at a popular mountain resort, our friends turned their cars homeward.
And so, as they are scudding along the pleasant roads, on which the dried leaves--early harbingers of autumn--were beginning to fall--we will take leave of the motor girls.