The Motor Girls at Camp Surprise; Or, The Cave in the Mountains

"Look where you are steering, Cora Kimball You nearly ran over a chicken that time." "Yes, and avoiding the chicken on that side, you nearly hit a child on this side. Such a dear little boy-or was it a girl? I never can tell when they're so young." "Two misses are as good as two miles," misquoted the bronzed girl at the wheel of the automobile, as she straightened the car on the long, shaded road, where the trees met in a green archway overhead, and where the golden shadows flitted in the dust like so many little chickens running to cover, away from the fat-tired wheels.