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Rh young and pretty hostess. "Don't decline on that account."

"No, don't!" besought Sid.

"But we really must stay home," declared Mabel. "I know we have upset things terribly, and tossed our belongings about until I'm sure that poor maid must be distracted picking things up. Besides, Mr. Tyler is coming up to-morrow and I know your mother will want the place in some sort of decent shape, Madge. We must stay and help."

"Indeed, yes," echoed Helen Newton.

"Too bad! "declared Phil.

"Besides, it's all you boys' fault that it is so upset," went on Ruth.

"How do you make that out?" demanded Tom.

"Why you're always coming along, begging us to go out with you, and you're always in such a hurry that we can't wait to pick up things. So there!"

"Any reason, even if it's a poor one," remarked Frank, drily.

They glided along for some time, and then the motor suddenly stopped.

"Now what's wrong?" asked Frank.

"I knew something would happen if Phil didn't stop monkeying with it," declared Tom.

"Monkey yourself!" retorted the lad who had been acting as engineer. "All I did was to screw