Accordingly, when they were all a little weary of sight-seeing he steered them gently toward the corner of ——­th Avenue and L——­ Street, where the car was to wait for them.  Half a block off he saw that it was in place.  So, pulling out his watch and suddenly remembering that he had an important engagement for that very minute, he courteously took his leave and pointed out the car they were to get into, telling them that it was Mr. Thurston’s and would take them to his home.  “You can’t miss it, girls,” he said, pointing with his finger.  “It’s that bright blue one with the basket-work streamer.”  Antoinette and Genevieve thanked him kindly for showing them such a good time and entered the car he had indicated.  Mr. Scovill withdrew into a doorway and watched them.  In a few moments the driver appeared, saw the two girls in the machine, touched his hat to them, and taking his place behind the wheel, drove rapidly off in the opposite direction.  Mr. Scovill rubbed his hands together as he watched the car disappear.  It was a way he had when his plans were turning out nicely.  Forty-five minutes later his driver called up from the country house to say that he had brought the girls out in safety.  Mr. Scovill smiled blandly.  So far everything had played into his hands.  When Mr. Thurston returned the following day he announced the fact to him that the birds were safe in the trap.  Then he left town for a protracted stay.  Mr. Thurston made one trip out to the house to behold the thing for himself.  Riding up in the elevator, he saw the girls standing by the barred window of their prison.  When they lit the light he descended in haste so as not to be seen by them.  Then he also left town for a while.

The Winnebagos, who were all in time for the Limited except Nyoda and Gladys, boarded the car without them and amused themselves during the ride by thinking up ways to tease the tardy ones when they should arrive on the next car.  Pretty Mrs. Bates met them at the car stop with the news that Nyoda and Gladys were coming out in the automobile, and when they thought it was time for them to arrive they all lined up in the road where the drive turned off, and were ready to sing a funny song which Migwan had made up about not getting there on time.  The blue car came in sight and the girls ranged themselves straight across the road so it could not pass until the entire song had been sung.  With mouths open ready to sing they stopped in astonishment.  The two girls in the tonneau were strangers.  They smiled bashfully at the row of maidens with the bright red ties.

Mrs. Bates stepped forward.  “Whom have you brought us, John?” she asked.

“Why, you said there’d be two girls in the car when I came out,” answered the driver; “and there were.”

“Oh, is there any mistake?” asked one of the strange girls.  “Our names are Genevieve and Antoinette Rogers.  We’ve come up from Seaville to visit our guardian, Mr. Thurston.  He couldn’t meet us and another gentleman pointed out his automobile and said the driver would take us out to Mr. Thurston’s country place, and we got in, and he brought us here.”