"I suppose you'll motor there, Ingred." "We have no car now," confessed Ingred, turning very red, for she was sure that Beatrice knew that fact only too well, and had brought it into prominence on purpose to humiliate her.
"Oh! I suppose you'll be motoring, Bess?
Couldn't you give some of us a lift ?" "I believe I could take you all," replied Bess pleasantly.

"Of course I shall have to ask Dad first if I may have the car out on Saturday, but I don't expect he'll say no." "Oh, what sport! We'll come, you bet.

Look here, I beg to propose that Bess Haselford writes the report of the match." "And I second it," declared Francie.

"Hands up, girls! Bess shall be 'boss' for this show." Half the girls in the room had not heard Kitty's proposal that Ingred should be chosen, and some of the others, listening imperfectly, had gathered that she was not able to go to the match, so without giving her a further thought they raised hands in favor of Bess, and the matter was carried.
"But indeed I'm no good at writing or describing things!" protested Bess.
"Yes, you are! You've got to try, so there!" cried her friends triumphantly.

"You'll do it just as well as anybody else would." Ingred turned away with a red-hot spot raging under her blouse.