"Oh, the poor dear," sighed Peggy, "to think that our fun should have--"
The strange girl opened her eyes.
"Who are you?" she exclaimed. "Where is my machine?"
"Never mind for a minute," spoke Peggy, seeing that Jimsy and Jake were
trying to drag the machine out of the ditch, "we'll fix it, never fear."
"Oh, my head!" groaned the girl.
"That pesky ram," exploded Roy angrily; "let me help you up into the
road, you'll be more comfortable."
"Oh, thank you, I can stand," came faintly from the injured girl.
"I--am--much better now. What happened?"
"Why a sort of volunteer driver was experimenting with our car, and
I guess he made a mistake in driving," smilingly explained Roy.
"Oh, that ram!" cried the girl half hysterically. "I thought I had
a nightmare at first."
"I don't blame you," smiled Peggy, "seeing a ram driving a motor car
is apt to give one such ideas."
"Are you really better?" asked Jess sympathetically as she came up.
"Peggy, get my smelling salts out of the traveling bag!" cried Miss
Prescott anxiously.
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