"Say, girls, isn't this the best thing ever?" Cora Kimball, the girl whose hand was on the wheel of the motor car as it sped swiftly along a sun-flecked country road, put the words in the form of a question, but they were really an exclamation drawn from her by sheer delight in living. She was gloriously indifferent as to an answer, but the answer came just the same from the two pretty girls who occupied the seat behind her. "It's perfectly grand!" cried Belle Robinson, the more slender of the two, as she snuggled down still more luxuriously in the soft cushions of the automobile. "It seems to me yet as though it must be a dream," declared her twin sister Bess, who was considerably larger than either of her companions. "Pinch me, somebody, so that I can be sure it's real."