tor car was gazing up at the girls waving one hand to them, steering the car with the other hand.
"It's a woman!" gasped Hazel.
"It's Crazy Jane," cried Margery. "No wonder she nearly ran down a train of cars."
"Tommy! Oh, Tom-my!" screamed Hazel Holland, hopping about frantically, waving both arms above her head, seeking to attract the attention of the woman driver as well as that of Tommy.
The little white figure had climbed the bank into the highway and was now fleeing down the road to meet her friend Miss Elting. Tommy did not see the automobile approaching from the rear. A knoll and a bend in the road hid the driver of the car and the little white figure from each other. The noise of the train either drowned that of the automobile, or else, Grace thought the rumble made by the car to be that made by the train that had just passed down the valley.
The motor car roared around the bend. Miss Elting screamed as she saw it. Grace heard the scream, but failing to understand t