Come on, girls, the car is here, and this time I'm going to run it myself "You never are, Mollie Billette " exclaimed Grace Ford, as, with three companions, she hurried to the window of the lib-rary of the Billette home, and looked out toward the street, up which was coming a luxurious touring car of the latest model. "Aren't you afraid?" asked Amy Stonington, as she looked admiringly at Mollie, whose cheeks were flushed with excite-ment. "Oh, it simply gives me the creeps to think about it " added Grace.