CHAPTER 12. THE GIRL'S ONNETUA When all the machines had been stopped, there was a wall rushed to the rescue, vests and bell with Gertrude hurrying back to where Daisy and Maud had been left, while Cora, Ray and Hazel ran forward to the side of the strange runabout. The boys divided themselves, some going in each direction. Presently Cora shouted, Jack, Jack, hurry, it's clip, and she is unconscious. Jack was not far away, and at his sister's call he hurried to her. Ray had taken Cecilia's head in her lap, while Cora was trying to lift the unconscious girl from her bent-up posture in the narrow roadside grass-grown ditch.  Clip, clip, dear, whispered Cora, try to wake up. Cecilia did try, she put her hand to her dazed eyes. Here, let me lift her, Commander Jack, slipping down on the other side into the deep grass, and without any apparent effort lifting Cecilia up. With one long step he reached the road, then for a moment he seemed uncertain. Should he lay the girl down or carry her to a machine? Oh, I can't stand, she said faintly. I am much better now. What happened? You happened, answered Jack, so dismissing the question. Just keep still, and we will have you around directly. This is where you beat the motorgirls. He was now helping her to her feet. You may ride back with the motorboys. Are you better? asked Ray anxiously, stroking Cecilia's wide hand, which had been divested of its glove. Wasn't it dreadful?  Jack, how can I ever? You can never, he insisted with a wink. I never saw such a rambunctious ram. Didn't he ramify, though? What in the world was it? asked Cecilia. She was sitting on the grass, and seemed almost prepared to laugh. I thought I must be seeing things. Then I felt things, said Jack. That's the regular course of the disease. Here come the others. Hello. Daisy has the veil tied up, and Maud is limping. What happened to them? asked Cecilia. Same thing that happened to you, replied Jack, the ram. That was the most happening thing I have ever seen in some time. Maud was limping, and had Ed's arm. Daisy kept her hand to her face, and she clung to Walter. Hazel flashed a meaning look to Cora. The girls might not be very badly injured, but they needed help. That sort of help. Well, exclaimed Cora, you look as if something did happen. Oh, I'm all scratched, fluttered Daisy.  She took her handkerchief from the abused face. A few harmless scratches were discernible. Not so bad, said Jack. Just the correct lines, I believe. For, let me see, intellectuality. Oh, you needn't joke, snapped Daisy. I suppose Cecilia is badly hurt. She said this with the evident intention of drawing attention to Jack's attitude towards Cecilia. Now Daisy, said Jack, good-naturedly. If you want to dump in the ditch again, and will only give me the chance, I will be perfectly delighted to fish you out. I fancy I would get you first shot. Oh, you need not bother, interrupted Walter. I can take care of Miss Bennet. At this, he spread his handkerchief most carefully on the grass, and, with mock concern, assisted Daisy to the low seat. Ed followed suit, adding to the handkerchief cushion his cap, to make the grass softer for more. But however did you happen along, Cecilia? Asked Belle, who now added her dainty self to the line of girls on the roadside. Now here, called Jack, no more happenings. I beg your pardon, Belle, that we have had such a surfeit at this happening business that we intend, in the language of the poets, to cut it out. Cecilia gave Jack a grateful glance, Cora broke in promptly with a new thought, to divert attention. And you are the girls who wanted no boys, exclaimed Walter. I should just like to know what you would have done without us. There, didn't I tell you, said Cora, they are actually claiming the glory at the whole thing. I suppose, Walter, you hired the ram to do the proper thing, in initiating the motor girls in the art of touring. Wouldn't he make a hit, though, at some of our college affairs, exclaimed Ed? I wonder if we could buy the beast. Here comes the owner now. The girls looked alarmed. Suppose the farmer should blame them for the disappearance of the ram. I'll do the talking, suggested Walter. If you say anything, Jack, there might be a row. Hum, said Jack. I suppose you know just how to deal with ram owners. The farmer was quite up to them now. He was not an ill-natured looking man, and as he approached he touched his big straw hat. No one heard, he asked, much to the girl's relief. Oh, no, thank you, said Cora, before Walter could open his mouth. I hope you have not lost the sheep. Lose him. Couldn't do that if you chucked him in the mill pond, and let the dam loose on him. Only yesterday the plague thing went for my wife. Yes, sir, and he most knocked her down. When I see your steam wagons coming along, I know there'd be trouble. He's that pesky. The man looked at the disabled machine. Busted, he asked. Some replied Walter, but I guess we can manage. Would you like to sell that ram? Sell him? What for? To kill folks as try to feed him. I bought him from a fella who always wore an overcoat, and, bless me, that ram got to use to it if I haven't had to put my Ulster on the hottest days this summer, to do down the pasture where he was chewing. The boys laughed heartily at this. Walter seemed keener than ever now on making a bargain. Well, you see, he said, we might use the fellow for stunts, tricks. I think we might train him. A scream from Belle startled them. Oh, she yelled. There he comes. What shall we do? Without waiting for instructions, however, Belle, with the other girls, jumped up and started for a little cottage, not far from the roadside. The ram was coming over the fields, straight for the autos. Now wait cautioned the farmer, as the boys made ready to confront the animal. Just keep back until he gets near that machine, then maybe we can get him. He's game sport all right, said Walter. He evidently hasn't had enough. The brush and low trees along the road made it possible for the young men to hide, while the excited animal dashed through the tall grass out into the road. He went straight for the hay wagon, with a bound he was in the decorated auto, like a beast in a cage, with the rack and hay trimming surrounding him. Now we've got him, said the farmer. That is, if we're careful, how, whispered Ed, someone must lasso him.  The girls had reached the cottage, but were calling to the boys all sorts of warning and cautions. When he gets at the hay, said the farmer, I guess he'll eat. That run likely went up his appetite. More fun than a deer hunt, said Jack Glarping. I wonder what we'll turn up next on this motor girl's tour. Get busy, said Ed, creeping toward the hay wagon. Now Walter, oh glory be, if he isn't at my four dollar gloves. Quick, like the well-trained athlete that he was, Ed grabbed the rope from the farmer, sprung to the hay rack and made a cast. Ed landed true on the animal's horns. I've got him, exclaimed the boy. Now fellows, quick, make his legs fast. No need to say quick, for the boys were up and busy making fast the beast, before the surprise farmer had a chance to exclaim. So you like the real thing in gloves, asked Ed, while pulling at the rope. Well I fancy you will make something real, perhaps a robe, for the best record of this trip. Oh, I say fellows, let's buy the brute, having done up properly and offer his coat to the girl who comes home with a record. Shouts of glee followed this suggestion, and the girls, seeing that the animal was made safe, were now running back from the cottage to add their voices to the excitement. Clip insisted upon helping to tie the ram. She declared he had done his share toward making it uncomfortable for her, while Daisy, in her timid way, wanted to do something to the saucy thing for upsetting her, and Jack suggested that she box his horrid ears. Cora glanced at her watch. If it's all the same to the gentleman, she said, we will continue on our way. We have lost a full hour already. Lost, repeated Walter meaningly. She said lost, faulted Ed, with similar intent. Not actually lost, corrected Cora, but at least dropped out of our itinerary. We were due ten miles ahead now, side mauled in a wistful way. Too bad, too bad, went for Jack, who was still pulling at the ram's rope. But it was not our fault girls. Now Daisy, do you think you can run your machine without taking in any more circuses? We have examined your car, and it is intact, not so much as a footprint, did the naughty beast leave. Clip was looking over her runabout. It was not damaged, it seemed. And for this, she was most grateful. Clip was not out for pleasure. You have guessed that. And it would have been highly inconvenient for that young lady to go back to town in the hay. Jack left off at the ram's horn and came to crank up for her. All right, Clip, he asked with evident concern. I don't want you to go over that lonely road, if you do not feel just like it. I can go with you. You, she exclaimed. Why, Jack Kimball, what are you thinking about? And she laughed airily. If you want to finish the impression we started the other day, just take another ride with me. No, Jack, my dear boy. I am very much all right, and very much obliged. But I must hurry off. Whatever will my little brown ram think of me. She stepped into the car. Goodbye girls, she called. I am so sorry I delayed you, but so glad we met. Take care of the ram boys. And am I eligible for the trophy? I am a motor girl, you know. Of course you are, said Jack, before the others could speak. All motor girls are eligible. Idagiles, too, are sparse. The moment she had spoken she could have bitten her tongue. Why could she never hide her feelings about Jack and Clip? And girls called Cecilia, who was starting now. Don't forget about your promise. Renny's counting on results. What promise? Asked Ed. Oh, don't you know? replied Cora. Well, I am afraid, Jack, we'll have to tell you. We really have not another moment. Are you ready, girls? Why, our strange promise, put in Maud, who was glad to have a real remark to make to Ed. We promised a little girl we would find an old table for her, and we have just ransacked the farmer's house, hoping to find it. Cora burst out laughing, such an explanation. Why, I'll promise, a little girl left, said Ed, taking up Cora's laugh. Any qualifications? Might it be a timetable? Maud pouted. She stepped into Cora's car, evidently disgusted with boys in general. Gertrude had something to say to Walter, and was obliged to stand up on the hay-rack to do so, as the young man would not let go the rope that held the ram. There was a sudden hum and an auto, and Clip was gone. Thought she had a sick relative, murmured best. So she has, said Jack, who overheard the remark. But she came near neglecting her this morning. That was a close call. Oh, yes, said Best, with a cool Clip. It seems to me everything Cecilia does is close. Best Robinson, exclaimed Jack. Do you want me to hug you? You have been treating me shamefully for weeks past. Now, own up. What have I done? Jack knew how to restore Best to good humour, and his success this time was marked.  You know perfectly well what I mean. And Jack did. End of Chapter 12 Chapter 13 At the motor-girls on a tour. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The motor-girls on a tour by Margaret Penrose. Chapter 13 At the Grotto We have dropped something, said Cora, as the party started off again. Yes, replied Gertrude. I agree with Ray that the boys are jolly. We miss them already. Hush, caution Cora. We are to have nothing to do with boys on this trip. She laughed at her own assertion. Nothing more to do with them, asked Bell. Best kept her machine within talking distance. Till the next time, replied Cora, throwing in the second-speed gear. But we certainly have to hurry now.  What on earth do you think the ram will do with Walter? replied Ray. He paid the farmer three dollars for him, and the man declared he could have him for nothing, said Bell. Now, that three dollars. Would have bought Orchard's interrupted Cora, teasing Bell for her sentimentality. Cora spoke Hazel suddenly. Did you hear what Ed said to Jack about Paul's holdup? The forbidden topic interrupted Gertrude. Hazel, you don't want to lose the sheepskin prince of ordination, do you? But Gertrude, please, begged Hazel quite seriously. I really must speak to Cora. I will promise not to be blue, but you know I am very anxious about Paul. Then speak on very briefly, replied Gertrude. I will allow you exactly five minutes. Thanks, said Hazel. Cora, she begun again. Ed told Jack that the papers lost from the mail belonged to Mr Robinson, and have to do with a very valuable patent. Do you suppose the post office will do anything to Paul? Oh, you precious baby, exclaimed Cora. Don't you know that Paul has been entirely cleared? The mystery is simply who took the papers, and otherwise left the mail bag intact. Paul, Paul, sighed the sister. Paul Hazel added Cora, a sister who is always worrying about a handsome brother is bound to lose him. A Gertrude? Gertrude blushed. She had only met Paul once, and at that time her remark was so positive the Cora had seized the opportunity of teasing the girl, that she never noticed, boys, was Gertrude's claim at college, and now Cora was delighted to have a chance of reversing the claim. Daisy and Maud, who had been at some distance from the whirlwind, now cut past vests and bell, making their way to the side of the big maroon car. Cora called Daisy. I forgot to tell you. I found this little satchel by the road where we stopped. Cora gazed at the black bag that Daisy held up for her inspection. Why, faulted Cora, that must belong to Clip. Why didn't you ask to whom it did belong? I really never thought a word about it until Maud said just now it must be Clips. But why did you pick it up without asking, insisted Cora, her voice somewhat indignant. It was dropped on the road. I thought, of course, it belonged to some of the girls, and just threw it in my car in a hurry, when you called to us to hasten along, said Daisy, in her voice sharp and eyes flashing. I am sure it must belong to Clip, said Cora, calming down. I hope it will not, inconvenience her. I wish she would take the smelly thing, shouted Daisy.  Clip was going to see some sick relative, went on Cora, and, of course, the satchel. Must be filled with the sickness, and Daisy laughed sarcastically.  Cora frowned. Gertrude looked surprised. Hazel shook her head at Daisy. Toss it here, call Cora. I just love disinfectants. Daisy threw the bag into the whirlwind. Then she put on speed and passed the big car. For a few miles, the girls seemed very quiet, scarcely any conversation being held. It was but a short run to the grotto, the little wayside tea house. The party was a formal hour late. The Cora knew she could depend upon generous excuses for the motor girls. So many things might happen by the way, and so many things did happen. I suppose, Mermaid Ray, the biscuit will be stony. I do love hot biscuit. Don't worry. Tilly will keep things hot, if she possibly can do so. But I hear they have had some very busy days at the grotto. I hope we have not hit upon the very busiest. Gertrude, have I told you about the grotto? Did you know that Matilda Herald and Adele Ganung are keeping a tea house this summer to earn enough money for their senior year, and they have done surprisingly well. Yes, their folks have a summer place near the tea house, so the girls go home nights. And of course, the place must be very pretty. Tilly is an artist in decorating. Splendid, exclaimed Gertrude, of course I know Tilly. While girl at Springsley doesn't know her, she has been decorating for every affair at the gym, and she always helped with the chapel. Oh yes, indeed, Cora, I agree with you. Tilly Herald is an artist. Well, let us hope her talent is not confined to mere walls, said Ray. Hot biscuit requires a different stroke, I believe. In accepting us for today, said Cora. Tilly stipulated that we should dine table-de-hot, and no questions asked. I hope, Ray, you will not be disappointed. Oh, there they are, exclaimed Hazel. I see someone waving her apron. That's Adele, replied Cora. She knows how to wave aprons. Don't you remember, Gertrude, the night she served the Welsh Shreddit, when she made an apron of our best table piece with a string through the middle. Cora turned her automobile to the roadside, then she called to the car's following. Here we are, girls. Get your machines well in from the road. Oh, what a charming place, exclaimed Bell, who was not slow to observe the attractions of the little grotto. It seemed all porch and vines, one of those picture places, ample for an eating house, but unsuited for anything else. There, gasp daisy. That's the sort of house to live in. To live out of, you mean, put in more. I can't see how one could live in there. The cars were all motionless now. Cora and Gertrude had already escaped from the college hug of Adele and Tilly. When the Chilton girls had been introduced, the vine-covered porch was actually filled with the members of the motor party. How splendid, exclaimed Tilly, with that delightful German accent that defies the letters and requires a pretty mouth to exhale. Darling went on Adele with all the extravagance of schoolgirl enthusiasm. You leave us no adjectives, remarked Cora. I never saw anything so sweet. How ever did you get those vines to grow so promptly? Wild Cucumber said Adele with a laugh. Why, you know, dear, Wild Cucumber can no more help growing the new can. Isn't she tall, Tilly? I do believe you have grown inches since school, Cora. Yes, Mother bemoans it. My duds are all getting away from me. And we have been waiting lunch for you, ladies. I do hope we would not have a single visitor today so that we might entertain you properly, went on Adele. But two horrid men called. Wanted to, but indeed I know what they wanted, just a quiet place to talk about their old paint and papers. Yes, and one broke a beautiful china cup, said Tilly. But he had his thumb gone, Adele hurried to say. I saw him directly, I went to pick up the pieces. So I suppose we could not exactly blame the man for dropping Tilly's real German cup. His thumb gone, repeated Cora absently. Oh, exclaimed Hazel, the man we met after Paul's hold up, and lost the joint of his thumb. And Papa said the papers stolen were paint and papers. Exclaimed Bess, all excitement. Hush, whispered Bell. Bess, you know, Father particularly said, we were not to speak of that. If, as he's claimed, the mature woman has the wonderful advantage of an instinct almost divine, then the growing girl has, undoubtedly, the advantage of intuitive shocks, flashes of wireless insight into threatening surroundings. Such a flash was distinctly felt now through the grotto. Even the two young proprietors, who were not supposed to be really concerned, felt distinctly that something was doing somewhere. Cora stung down into a low wicker chair. Bess and Bell managed to both get upon a very small devane. While Daisy moored and Ray, the three graces, stood over in the corner, where an open window led in, just enough honeysuckle to sift the very softest possible sunshine about the group. But Hazel lingered near the telephone. She had confided to Cora that Paul was not at all well when he left home in the morning. And just now she was wondering if it would seem silly for her to call up the Whitehall Company and ask to speak with her brother. At that instant the telephone bell rung. It sent the expected shock through the little assemblage, and Cora jumped up as if she anticipated a message. Tilly took down the receiver. Presently she was saying no and yes, and then she repeated Cora's name. She handed the receiver to Cora with a whispered word. Hazel's face went very white. You little goose exclaimed Bess, who instantly noticed the change. Is there no one here with a telephone message but Hazel Hastings? Yes, Ed Foster. They heard Cora say. Then she listened a long time. Her face did not betray pleasure, and her words were plainly disguised. All right, Ed, she said finally. I will attend to it at once. Oh yes, a perfectly lovely time. Thank you.  Goodbye. Cora was slow to hang up the receiver, and when she turned around, Hazel Hastings confronted her. Oh, is it Paul? asked Hazel. Tell me quickly. What has happened to Paul? Hazel said, Cora, you must have your lunch. You are dreadfully excitable. But it was Cora Kimball who was distracted, who played with her lunch without apparent appetite, and it was she who could take but one cup of tea in the fascinating little tea house, the College Girls Grotto. End of Chapter 13. Chapter 14 at the Motor Girls Honour Tour. This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain. The Motor Girls Honour Tour by Margaret Penrose. Chapter 14 The Promised Book Lost Now, Cora dear, begun Gertrude in a quiet yet convincing way. You may just as well tell us what you are waiting for. We are guessing all sorts of things, and the truth cannot possibly be as bad. They were sitting on the porch at the Grotto, and although they were away behind schedule time at that point, Cora insisted she wanted to rest a bit, and seemed loath to move. Cora Kimball tired after 25 miles, as well accused the whirlwind of drinking its own gasoline. Hazel was almost feverish. Cora had not divulged the purpose of the telephone message beyond admitting it was from Ed, which gave Ray the chance for her little joke on the combination of names. Cora and Ed, the co-eds. When the co-eds conspire, list Ray. We may as well wait patiently. We will have to wait their pleasure, of course. Cora did not mind the sarcasm. She was certainly not like herself. Bess and Belle were even anxious about her, and offered all sorts of remedies, from bicarbonate of soda to dry tea. Now, said Cora, finally, it is two o'clock. Do you really think we ought to make breakwater tonight? Why not, gasped Daisy, won't Aunt May be waiting for us? And it is only 30 miles. Yes, but, faltered Cora, suppose you should have a breakdown on that lonely road. There is neither station nor house from here to the falls. What should break down, Aunt Daisy? This is Papa's best machine. If you mean it is not trustworthy. Oh, Daisy dear, I had no idea of insinuating such a thing. Your machine, of course, is just as trustworthy as any of the others. But I was thinking how delightful it would be to spend the night here. I really must confess to being broken up by that ram accident, and Cora shivered slightly. The girls looked at her in astonishment. Her words did not ring true. Cora Kimball was a poor actress. If Cora wants to stay, said Tilly, I should think you would all agree. Cora is captain, is she not? But our trip will be spoiled, wild moored. I do wish I had never come. Oh, if there is going to be real distress about it, said Cora, evidently trying hard to pull herself together. I suppose we had best start. But remember I have warned you. I have a premonition that we will run up against something before night. Then I am not going, declared Hazel. I won't stir one step. Cora, let the others go. You can overtake them with your fast car, and we will meet them in the morning. This brought on a veritable storm of protest and dissatisfaction. Cora left the girls on the porch and went outside with Tilly. Could you hear anything those men were saying? She asked the pretty little German. Were they discussing a patent? Do you think? Oh no, it was not like that, replied Tilly. It was about, let me see. Some haste, no, like a name, like your friend's name, Hazel Hastings. That was it, Hastings. Did they say Hazel, press Cora? No, not that, of course, until he laughed. How should they know Hazel? It was a similar name, just Hastings. And they unfolded blueprints, like our campus maps, you know? Yes, they had blue maps. I saw them when I picked up my shattered cup. It is all very well for Adele to blame his thumb. I blame him. He is too fat, and thinks himself very smart. Tilly pouted. Evidently, her Cora had not been too polite. Perhaps he had mistaken her for an ordinary waitress. A distant Hong Kong startled the girls. Cora rushed out to the road, and before the others knew what she was about, she was in conversation with Ed Foster. So quickly did he run up to the grotto in Jack's car that no one but Cora realized who he was until the machine was stopped and he was out beside her. There was a stranger with him, a business-like looking man. He did not leave the car. There, exclaimed Ray. Didn't I tell you? It was this co-ed business that kept her. Cora can't fool me. Hazel, said Cora, stepping up to the porch. Ed thinks you had best not go on with us. Paul is not well. He is not very sick, though. Hazel turned white, and Cora put her arm around her. Now you must not be frightened.  Indeed, you shall not, exclaimed Hazel, now calling up all her courage and proving herself to be the girl she really could be in an emergency. I shall go back with Ed, if I may. The girls glanced from one to the other. They understood this was an emergency, that Hazel had been called back to her sick brother. Yet with girlish curiosity some of them, at least, showed surprise that Hazel should offer to ride back with Ed Foster. But I am not going back, said Ed. At least not until we. This gentleman and I have followed the trail a little farther. You see, girls, we are out on a bear hunt. But the girls did not see. Only Cora looked as if she understood. She said to Hazel, There is no hurry, dear. You can go with them when they come back. They have to pass this way, don't you, Ed? Would you mind, Cora, said Ed, suddenly, if the gentleman outside asked you a few private questions? A reporter exclaimed gray, all excitement. Dear me, I do hope he won't ask for our pictures. Mother would never permit it. Ed smiled broadly. He looked a sort of a scent, but did not otherwise express it. Cora stepped up to the auto. Where at the man lived his place, and under pretext of walking along idly, and perhaps thus gaining Cora's private ear, he was soon out of reach of those on the porch. It is like a double robbery, he said, after exchanging some preliminary remarks, and the child is disconsolate. Her mother is sure it was not stolen, but lost, while we feel otherwise. It seems there is a handsome young man, a cousin of the child's interested. His father is a lawyer, the lawyer who has the case against Mr Robinson. Now this book, The Promised Book, contained the names of those who visited the cottage on the day that the papers were taken out of the mail bag. It is comparatively easy to guess the sequence. You mean they might call on those whose names appear in the book, asked Cora. Beginning to see something at the complex situation. Yes, and more than that, they would obtain valuable information from that little book. A clear description at the missing table. If they can find it, they will be able to keep the property where it is now, in the possession of Rob Rowland, Wren Selvy's rival cousin. Rob Rowland exclaimed Cora, why, he was in the party at Robinson's the other evening. He was even attentive to a friend of Bouse. To whom, may I ask, inquired the detective politely. A Miss Thayer, a young student, she replied. Miss Thayer, I heard her name mentioned in court this morning. Is she a friend of yours? Yes, indeed, exclaimed Cora, now alarmed. What could be said of Cecilia Thayer? Why, she has been on very intimate terms with the Selvy child, and lawyers devise all sorts of schemes, you know, to meet their own ends. It was hinted that Miss Thayer might know where the missing promise book was. Clip taped that from Wren. Impossible! cried Cora. Oh, this is all a mistake. I must go back. I cannot go on and let Clip be blamed for stealing the promise book. End of Chapter 14 Chapter 15 of the Motor Girl's Honour Tour This Libra Box recording is in the public domain. The Motor Girl's Honour Tour by Margaret Penrose Chapter 15 Rob Rowland Cora Kimball Ed Foster stood up every inch of his height. He was always tall, but now, facing the girl, whose name he had so vehemently spoken, he seemed a veritable giant. Cora wanted to be firm. She meant exactly what she said. When she declared she would abandon the tour of the Motor Girls and go back to Chelten to help Cecilia Thayer out of her difficulty. But, after all, Cora was only a girl, and Ed was a great, strong man. He ought to know. If you can trust me, Cora, and allow me to help Clip, I really think you are not doing justice to Jack's friend. Cora laughed a little. Ed put things so nicely. He never presumed upon her own intimacy. It was always just Jack's friend. Besides, he pressed, seeing in Cora's eyes, his advantage. I feel I can do more alone. I have got to take Hazel back to her brother. Then I promise you I shall not rest, until I have found Clip and made sure of her exact situation. Oh, I know, Ed. You will do everything possible. But it seems like treason for me to go on a pleasure trip and leave two very dear friends in such trouble. Even Jack may be implicated. Ed turned away to hide his own telltale face. He knew perfectly well that Jack was implicated. Knew that Rob Rowland had deliberately accused him of taking Cecilia Thayer out to the Solby Cottage for the purpose of gaining possession of the promised book. For this very reason Ed wanted Cora to go on, to escape, if possible, the anxiety she must experience if she should have to know the real story. Well, side Cora, it is getting late. I suppose it will be best, Ed, as you say. Take Hazel back and find Clip. Have her phone me at breakwater tomorrow. That's the girl, exclaimed Ed, taking both her hands in his own strong clasp. See, the girls are looking at us. They think you have accepted me. I have, she answered, accepted you and your terms. Good luck, Ed. It is so nice for Jack to have such a good friend. Hazel was soon tucked in the little runabout, the detective going on in another car that was sent out to him in answer to his call over the telephone. Is your premonition all fulfilled, Cora? asked Daisy, her voice far from merry. I suppose you were premonated that Hazel should go off like that. If we keep on losing, said Gertrude, we will soon all fit in the whirlwind. Cora stood gazing after the runabout, Jack's car.  Those deep, violet eyes always seemed like live volcanoes, thought Cora.  His look, well, it was convincing, that is all Cora would admit, even to her own heart. She turned finally to those on the porch. Well, exclaimed Belle, the sentimental one, who is stargazing now. Cora, what did you forget in that runaway car? Cora smiled. She had been remiss, and she owed it to the girls to see that their trip was a success. She would atone now.  You have been working hard all summer, and you have made up the required pennies. Now don't you think it would be perfectly splendid to take the run with us? Everyone instantly agreed that this would be the very thing, and in spite of the hesitation of Edel and Tilly, who argued that it might not be agreeable to bring strangers into the homes where others had been expected, it was finally settled that the party should wait until the next morning, when the tea house girls would be ready to start off with them. Nor were there arrangements without a certain happy possibility. There were two other girls waiting to take up that same little grotto, to earn college money, as had Tilly and Edel. Rena and Margaret will be here first thing in the morning, announced Edel after a telephone talk with Rena, and they are perfectly delighted. Oh, isn't it just splendid? Then Cora had messages to send. She called up Jack, but only got the maid in answer. She called up Walter, and he also was out. Finally she called up Ed. She waited until she felt he would be at his dinner quarters, and she was not disappointed in getting his own voice in reply. He told her that everything was all right. The clip was with little Rena, who had been very ill since the loss of her book, and that Paul Hastings was no worse. This last Cora considered evasive, but had to be contempt, for Ed would give no more definite information. Such demands as were made upon that little tea house telephone that evening. Every one of the girls called up her own home, besides calling up many relatives at the other end of the line, those with whom the tourists expected to visit during the trip. The grotto was well situated for business, being about halfway between two country seats, and the same distance between two large cities. We will close exactly at sundown tonight, said Adele, when a lady from Bentley, who stopped every evening for a cup of tea on her way from the village, had been served. Do let me keep shop for a while, big Cora. I would just love to be in real business. Mother declares I have a bent for trade. Let me try, Tilly, while you and Adele go over to the cottage, and get your things together. Thus it was that one hour later, Cora Kimball was left the sole possessor of the grotto. Every other motor girl managed to either go for a walk, or go with someone who wanted to take a walk. The Cora was glad. She felt the need of rest, which only solitude can give. She sat on the porch. The gentle evening breeze made incense through the honey suckle. It was delightfully resting. She could hear the voices of the girls in the meadow, after cow slips, butter cups, daisies and clover. They would fetch back a huge bunch Cora knew, and they would discard them at the steps of the grotto, as most girls do. Run while for wild flowers, then toss them away when the run is over. I hardly think I shall have any business, thought Cora, although I would just love to wait on somebody. The rumble of an approaching automobile caught her ear. There, she thought, the driver of that car may want a sip of Russian tea. I am glad it is not Turkish, that the girls serve here. The car was almost up to the sycamore tree, just at the side of the grotto. Yes, the driver was stopping. Cora rocked nervously in the wicked chair. Who would it be? The girls should not have gone so far away. A young man alighted from the runabout. He stepped briskly up to the porch. It was Rob Rowland. Well, he exclaimed, plainly as surprised to see Cora as she was to see him. If this isn't luck, miss Kimball. Quick and keen, as was his glance, making sure that Cora was alone, her own sharp wits were able to follow his. Yes, she replied indifferently. The girls have closed up the tea room and are just out in the meadow. I felt more like sitting here. He drew up the chair and sat down uninvited. Cora never did like Rob Rowland. Now she dislikes him. You are the very person I am most anxious to talk to. He begun. And this is an excellent opportunity. About what, pray, asked Cora. I must go with the girls very soon. Oh no, you must not, he replied. And, handsome though he was, there was that, in his manner, that deepened the very lines nature had done her best with. And his eyes were merely smouldering depths. Cora felt she should not betray the least nervousness, for though Rob Rowland was known to be a gentleman, he might take advantage of her helplessness to gain from her some information. Ed had warned her to beware of him. Of course you know all about Sissy Thayer he begun. Cora resented his insolence, but did not show it.  Cora glared at him.  She deliberately drew her chair closer to him. Rob Rowland, she said calmly. My friend, Miss Thayer, is not only a lady, but she is also a student of human ills. She has been interested in little Wren, that she might be cured. It appears that some of her relatives consider her incurable. Cured, he sneered. That misfit made right. Why, she has only a few months to live. Your friend is very foolish. She should put her energy on something worthwhile, and she should be careful how she handles their property. That scrapbook, for instance.  Miss Thayer says the child has been ill-treated through alleged treatment, and it appears the man who has been treating her was paid by your father. Oh, my, the fellow sunk deep into his linen coat. I had no idea of your dramatic powers, Miss Kimball. I beg a thousand parlours. I never dreamed that the Thayer girl was so close to you. In fact, I rather thought you merely took her out of charity. Everyone in Chilton knows that the Thayers are just poor working people. That was too much for Cora. She stepped to the door at the tea room with dismissal in her manner. He knew she intended him to leave at once. But what I want to know, he said, deliberately following her, is just who this Thayer girl is. It is important that we should know to go on with the we interrupted Cora. Pray, who are we? Why, my father's firm, the Lawyers, you know, he stammered. Someday, Miss Kimball, I expect to represent the firm of Rowland, Reed and Company. Cora turned and looked at him. It was on that very spot that she had turned to Ed. Ed was so like this young man, the same dark, handsome youth, and just about his age. But Ed was, after all, so different, so very different. Cora was gaining time as she strove to behold by her magnetic glance. Any youth would accept it. He did not despise it. Mr. Rowland, she said, you are making a very great mistake. If you really believe that Cecilia Thayer had anything to do with the loss of that child's book, you are wrong. If you think she had any other than humane motives in visiting the child, you are wrong again. Cecilia Thayer. Oh, now come, Cora, he interrupted. You don't mind me calling you Cora. I know the whole scheme.  He grasped Cora's arm and actually dragged her to him.  That Ren Solvee has been stolen. Stolen. Do you hear? End of Chapter 15 Chapter 16 of The Motor Girl's Honour Tour This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain. The Motor Girl's Honour Tour by Margaret Penrose Chapter 16 A Strange Message A braurist laughter from the girls with the wild flowers aroused Cora. Rob Rowland was gone. Had she fainted, was that roaring in her ears just awakened nerves? Cora, oh Cora, we had the most darling time. Bess was bubbling. You should have been along. Such a dear old farmer. He showed us the queerest tables and he had the nicest son. Cora, what is the matter? Oh, Liszt Ray. Another co-ed message over the telephone. Cora dear, exclaimed Gertrude, we should not have left you all alone. Are you ill? Cora, Cora, gasped Adele. Cora dear, sighed Tilly. Oh, Cora, moaned Belle. What has happened? Cora darling, cried Maud, who has frightened you? Cora Kimball called Daisy.  Too little, murmured Cora. Will some of you girls leave off biting the air and make a good cup of tea? There was a wild rush for the alcohol lamp. Everyone wanted to make the good cup of tea. I saw a runabout moving away as we came up, said Ray. I hope Cora, your caller, was not obnoxious. Oh, just an autoist, replied Cora indifferently. I did not take the trouble to brew tea for one solitary man. The colour was coming back into her cheeks now, and with the return of animation, her scattered senses attempted to seize upon the strange situation. Jack and Clip did be arrested for abduction. Could that fellow have known what he was saying? If only Jack would call her up on the telephone. She had left word for him to do so, no matter how late the hour might be, when he should return home. Now drink every sip of this, commanded Adele, as she turned on the lights and fetched Cora a steaming cup of the very best grotto hyacin. There is nothing for shaken nerves better than perfectly fresh tea, and, you see, we make it without soaking the leaves. It is delightful, said Cora, sipping the savoury draught. I must learn how to make tea this way. It is so different from the home-brewed variety. Gertrude sat close to the reclining girl. Is there nothing I can do, Cora? She asked. No message I can send. Yes, whispered Cora, you can manage to get the girls out of here before you and I leave for the night. I want to use the telephone privately. Gertrude understood. She had not been a roommate with Cora Kimball for two years, without knowing something of her temperament. She pressed her friend's hand gently, then said loud enough for the others to hear. We will soon have to get our machines under cover. Tilly says her grandfather has all sorts of sheds over around his country place. In fact, he has a regular shed farm. Cora, I am just dying to try running a motor. Would you trust me to get the whirlwind in the shed safely? Of course I would, Gertrude, and Cora jumped up from the wicked devane. I would suggest that someone go along though, perhaps Ray. She has had some experience. And you know the whirlwind. Is not a prize package machine, interrupted Gertrude. All right, Cora. I will humbly take instructions. Come along, girls. It will be dark directly, and then we might have to waste time lighting the lamps. And grandfather's man has offered to look over every machine early in the morning, early in the morning, said Tilly. He is quite an expert. We will be sure that every nut and bolt is in perfect order. This was good news to the motor girls, especially to Daisy, who had her own secret doubts about her father's best car. She was accustomed to running the substitute. Presently all except Cora and Adele were attending to the cars. Cora was just about to call up her own house when the tinkle of the telephone bell startled her. She picked up the receiver and was not surprised to find the party inquired for was herself. This is Jack, came the welcome voice. Is that you, sis? Oh, yes, Jack dear, she replied. Adele had gone out to fetch the chairs in from the porch. I have been almost frantic. Where are you? Where is Clip? Where is Ren? Oh, easy there now, sis. And Cora thought she had never before appreciated the value of a real brother. I can't answer everything at once, although I can come pretty near it. First, I am here at home. Next, Clip is here at our home. And third, the other party, I won't mention names, is here also. All at our house exclaimed Cora. And the answer came exactly that. But you mustn't say a word to anyone. You know there has been a sort of rumpus. Do you want to speak with C? She is here. Hello, Cora, came Cecilia's voice. How are you? Not getting on with your trip very fast, I guess. Oh, Clip said Cora. I cannot understand it. You are not supposed to, replied the other. We are all right. You are all right. And what more do you ask? How is Paul? Well, he did have quite a time, but is improving. Say, Cora, and the voice was subdued. Don't call us up until you hear from me. I can't explain now. But where shall I write, saying two days' time? Two days, repeated Cora. Do you expect me to exist that long and not know? I'm afraid you will have to. We are being watched. This was barely breathed. And a break would spoil it all. Surely you can trust me. The girls were coming back, were actually on the porch. Cora was obliged to say a few disconnected words, and then she hung up the receiver. End of Chapter 16, Chapter 17 of the Motor Girls on a Tour. This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain. The Motor Girls on a Tour by Margaret Penrose, Chapter 17, The Road to Breakwater. What a delightful morning, exclaimed Maude. The wait was certainly worthwhile. I do believe there is something inspiring about the morning air. Yes, rejoined Daisy, throwing in the second speed. It always makes me feel like a human rain barrel. I want to go out in a great big field, and sit down in a lump.  That is my idea of drinking in the fresh morning air. Well, never mind the dewy morning business. Call Cora. Just get your machines well underway. You know we must make 25 miles by noon. Cora was, as usual, in the lead. Daisy and Maude came next. Then Bess and Belle lined up the rear, as Cora thought at best that the two big machines should lead and trail. Cora tried her best to be cheerful. She had definite ideas about a friend's duty to a friend, and no one could say she failed in that duty. Why should she think of Jack and Clip and Wren when she was captain of the Motor Girls Club, and they expected a good time on their initial run? Oh, I am so glad everything happened, exclaimed Tilly, who was in the whirlwind. For if everything did not happen, we never could have come along. And we never could have all our camping things put in Gertrude. I am just dying to get out on the grass and light up under the kettles. That was a very bright idea of Adele's to fetch a long part of the tea house outfit. Won't it be jolly to build miniature caves to keep the wind from the lamp, suggested Cora?  We had to take lessons from our business friends. This pleased Tilly immensely. She was the sort of girl who is going to prove a theory. And in keeping the tea house, she had proven that girls, mere girls, are not always sawdust dolls. Daisy was speeding up her machine to speak with Cora. There's Cedar Grove over there, she shouted, and Aunt May's is only four miles from the turn in the road. But we are going to lunch on the road, replied Cora. The girls are bent on camping out. A cloud fell over Daisy's sensitive face. I must telephone to Papa that I am all right, she remarked. Aunt May expected us last night, and if you girls do not want to come, Maude and I will go. We can meet you farther on. Oh, of course, Cora hurried to say, we must go on, since we are expected. We can have the camping out tomorrow. I had actually lost track of their plans in the mixer. Isn't it too bad that Hazel had to turn back, said Ray. I do hope her brother is not seriously ill. I heard last night that he was very much better, replied Cora. It seems that robbery unnerved him. Ridiculous as the situation appeared, it was not fun to pull. I don't wonder he broke down. Bess Bell and Adele were in the flyaway, and May, like the others, seemed to take new pleasure in flying over the roads, since they had realised what it meant to have to stand still. Adele was all enthusiasm. She had not often been privileged to enjoy automobile sport, and the prospect of the trip seemed like an unopened wonder book to her. Every mile revealed new delights. Along the shady byways, through the numberland hills, past the famous springs, where everybody stopped to drink and make a wish, the motor girls took their way. Let me lead now, Cora, ask Daisy. I am just dying for Aunt May to see us come up, and say, girls, I've got the dearest, darlingest cousin, a young doctor. A scream went up from every throat. Daisy had not told of her attractive cousin, until the party were within very sight of him. Me first shouted Bell. I have been a perfect angel ever since we left Chilton. Didn't even speak to the nice man with the short thumb, Clip's friend. At that moment an auto dashed by. Tilly seized Cora's arm. That's the man who talked about hastings, she exclaimed. The man who took tea in our house yesterday. And that's the very man we met on the road the day Paul was held up, Cora declared. Oh, now I see the coincidence. Of course, they heard at the hold-up. They being on the road about the time it happened. And when they were at your house, they might have been discussing the latest account of the affair. There was something in the daily paper about it, you know. Cora was not sure she believed herself, but at that moment she decided it would be best for the happiness of the party to think lightly at the meeting with the strange men.  And while she was no coward, neither did she invite trouble. There seemed now to be clearly some connection between the missing papers from the mailbag and the missing promise book, but at the two Cora's girlish heart considered the loss of the book the more serious. Did you ever see such old-fashioned houses in all your born days? Ask Bess. Look at that one over there. If our table is not in that house, then we had better abandon the antique and look in some new first-class hotel. That house over there is my aunt's, shouted Daisy, laughing at Bess for making the blunder, and I am going to tell Duncan exactly what you have said about it. Bess begged off and made all thoughts of apologies, but Daisy insisted that her cousin, the doctor, should hear what Bess thought of one of the finest old mansions in breakwater. Here we are, called Daisy, pulling up on the gravel drive, and there are Duncan and Aunt May. Out on the broad veranda stood a young man, plainly a professional. For while at a glance a girl might decide that Duncan Bennett was up to date. Still there was about him that disregard for conventionality that betokens high thinking, with no room for the consideration of trifling details of everyday life. Cora instantly said, there he's fine. Ray was thinking how unpolished. Bess whispered to Belle, I see trouble ahead. Gertrude will want to take him along. Maud was adjusting her eyes. She could not forget her famous imploring look. But Duncan Bennett, with one bound, left the veranda, clearing the steps without touching them, and he was in front of Daisy's car dangerously soon. Look out, Duncan, call Daisy. Do you want to spatter yourself all over my nice clean machine? Not exactly, he replied, but I felt I should do something definite to welcome you. I suppose I may extend the kiss of peace. Oh, Garth Maud, will he really kiss us? Without a doubt replied his cousin, laughing. Duncan Bennett is famous for his hospitality and quite demonstrative. Don't worry dear, he is an awfully nice fellow. End of Chapter 17 Chapter 18 of The Motor Girl's Honour Tour This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain.  He was thinking. Jack claimed the happy fecality of being able to think of one thing at a time, and to do that thoroughly. Suddenly he jumped up, and whistling a tune that only a happy youth knows how to originate, he dashed up the polished stairs, three steps at a time, and finally reached the third floor of his home. He was met in the hall by a matronly woman with a tray in her hands, and at his approach she stepped back to allow him to enter a room, the door of which was swung open. Morning, Miss Brown, he said, how's the baby? Doing splendidly, thank you, replied the woman, and she is very anxious to see you. Won't you step in? Sure thing, answered Jack. That's just what I came up for. I want to chat with her myself. He stepped lightly into the apartment. It was plainly furnished, with a keen appreciation of what was needed in a sick room, and what should be left out of it. Jack sank into a steamer chair beside the white bed. How are things, Ren? He asked, stroking the delicate hand that was put out to greet him.   She had never known anyone in all her life like Jack Kimball, so big and strong, and yet so kind. He almost made her feel timid and shy. I'm better every minute, she managed to say, but, of course, I ought to be. She glanced at her nurse, Miss Brown, who was bringing the morning's beef tea. She is really doing splendidly, put in the nurse. But she is a model patient, never wants what is not good for her. Is Clip coming today? Asked Ren, hesitating as she said Clip. I hope so, replied Jack, but you know she is very busy, and may not get here. But if she does not, noting the child's disappointment, she will surely come tomorrow. She telephoned so last night. Did she say anything about the book, queried the little one? That's exactly what I want to talk about. He replied with nice evasion. I wonder, are you well enough to try to remember about that book? Where did you last have it? Out in my chair with Mother. I asked a little boy along the road to hand me some flowers. The book slipped back at me, and as Mother wheeled me along, I could feel that it was all right. When we got home, it was gone.  Jack continued. Oh, there were a lot of people out to see the fireman's parade, and lots of them spoke to me. But did anyone walk along with you to talk with you? Yes, she said, with hesitation, trying to recall that day's momentous happenings. There were two people. They were strangers. I think they had been in an automobile, for the girl was dressed like a motor girl, and the young man wore a long duster. Jack stopped and made a mental note of this remark. He had evidently expected this intelligence. What did they look like? I mean personally. The girl had red hair. I particularly noticed that, replied the child. But I have no idea what the man looked like, for he walked back of my chair. I'm not tiring her, am I, Miss Brown? Asked Jack, turning to nurse. I can wait for the other details. Go right on, as centred the woman, who was dressed in the garb of the nurse. I think the talk will do her good. She has been so anxious about it all. And these two people, talked with you, pursued Jack. Why, yes. The girl sat down on the roadside, and mother stopped my chair. Let me see. I think mother went into the little candy shop, and left them with me. They were very pleasant. I am sure they would never touch my book. Did you tell them what it was? I did, of course. I always told everybody what my precious book was. I asked them to sign my promise, and they both did so. Oh! exclaimed Jack, whistling his punctuation. They did sign, did they? Why, I thought you knew that, replied Wren. But I did not see the book after they signed. So I do not know their names. You see, mother was in a hurry, and they just gave me the book, and oh! What could have become of my precious book? She broke off, her voice like a cry from her very heart. Well, now there, soothed Jack. I knew I should not have distressed you about it. But you see, I had to know, else I could not find it. Now I feel I shall have it back to you in jig time. Brace up, little girl, and he tried to impart both courage and hope by his manner. Don't you know you are sure to get some wonderful blessing for having to stand this loss? That's Korra's pet theory. She almost drives a fellow after trouble declaring he will find joy at his heels. Wren was sighing. Her book had been to her so much. More perhaps than some animal pet is to the average cripple, both companion and distraction. Miss Brown brought the bottle of alcohol and bathed the child's temples. Do you know, Mr Kimball, she said, we have a secret for you. Wren stood up yesterday. Bully for the legs cried Jack, with an absolute disregard of the way he was expressing his joy. The remark brought the colour back to Wren's cheeks.  Save them, save them, went on Jack. I can never find a pin in this house. Korra fainted one day, and the doctor said it was pins. He had to take out 20 pins to give her back her breath. I wish your sister were home, said Wren, looking wistfully out of the low window beside the bed. She is so like Clip, and Clip can't be here. She'll be home soon, all right, replied Jack, who is now standing at the door. And when she does come, we will all know it. Korra Kimball is a brass and a long mower, rolled into one piece. You should be glad she is away. He finished his words, actually accusing himself of falsehood. Fetch her and let me see, spoke Wren, trying to appear as cheerful as she had been when her visitor entered her room. Well, I'll fetch something next time, he replied. If I can't get Korra or Clip, I'll get ice cream. End of Chapter 18, Chapter 19 of The Motor Girl's Honour Tour. This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain. The Motor Girl's Honour Tour by Margaret Penrose, Chapter 19, Paul and Hazel. Meanwhile at another bed as sickness, said a girl pale and wane from nights and days of anxiety. Hazel Hastings had left the Motor Girl's tour and hurried to her sick brother, with more apprehension stirring her heart than the report of his actual condition warranted. Paul had always been subject to peculiar spells, shocks that were termed, but Hazel knew what collapse meant, or what it might mean unless. Brother and sister were to each other what the whole world might be to others. Paul had kept up well under the strain at the hold-up, but when suspicion was pointed at him, he collapsed. Who could be at the back of the defaming scheme to spread the report? Who could have dared to say that he was in league with whoever took those papers from the mail bag? Are you better, Paul? murmured the girl. You had a lovely sleep. Oh yes, he sighed. I feel almost good. If only my head would stop throbbing. What time is it? Almost noon, dear, and Clip will soon be here. Will she fetch the morning papers? I must see how the thing is going on. They were to go to court this morning. Now you must not think of that. You know, Paul, commanded the girl gently. If you are to grow strong enough to go and take your own part, you will have to leave the others alone. There is nothing new, or I should have told you. But Mr Robinson called.  Yes, you did, dear, but he came to inquire for you. He is very anxious about you. Hazel Hastings went to the dresser and slipped under the cover a piece of yellow paper. Paul was getting better, and he should not see Mr Robinson's check for the money, which that gentleman had insisted upon leaving for the sick boy's expenses. They were not poor, neither were they rich, but Paul Hastings should not want for anything through his sister's pride. He was so glad to hear you were improving, she went on, and particularly said you were not to worry about the papers. It seems they have some important clue, and feel positive of recovering them. If they only could, sighed Paul, to think that I should have lost them, and they meant a small fortune to the Robinsons, what if they should become poor and through me?  There, I heard Clip coming. I am glad, for she knows better than I how to control you. It was Clip who entered the room, but what with her buoyant happy way, and the great bunch of flowers she carried, one could hardly be certain it was only a girl. It might have been some fairy of sunshine. Well, she exclaimed, glancing from Paul to Hazel. You are better, Paul. Has Hazel been treating you again with some of her magic suggestion business? At any rate, I cannot deny its power. She flitted over to the bed, and playfully buried Paul's face in the bouquet. There, aren't they splendid? And you would never guess who sent them. Guess Hazel. Ed hazarded the girl. No, indeed, you tried, Paul. Walter Pennington replied Paul, smiling. Indeed, Walter probably has forgotten my very existence. Then it was, O you would never guess, it was Rob Rowland. A dark look stole over the face of the young man on the bed. I don't like him, Clip, he said. Neither do I, she replied promptly. That is precisely why I am so nice to him. I have to keep friends with him just now. And I have not the slightest doubt his motive is identical with my own. She paused to laugh indifferently. Then she tossed aside her dustcoat, and stood revealed in spotless white linen. How do you like me? she asked, straightened up to a short height. Am I not a full-fledged, trained nurse now? You know I am summoned to court this afternoon, and all the papers will describe me. Her brightness seemed infectious, poor leaned upon his elbow, and Hazel was actually interested in Clip's new costume. Yes, she went on. You see, Mrs Selby has been called to account for rent. Did you ever hear of anything so ridiculous? Those lawyer relatives of hers pretend to believe that Ren is being neglected, because we have taken her away from the supposed care of that absurd doctor. Well, I just told Mrs Selby to answer the summons and go to court. It will be the best thing that ever happened to have her get her real story before the public. But what about yourself? asked Hazel. They will ask you how old you are, and what is your occupation. And my friends will all fall dead, Cecilia did not appear worried at the prospect. Well, I shall say I am not as old as some girls, and that I am engaged in being a member at the Motor Girls Club. That is precisely where your trouble will begin, said Paul. The Motor Girls will never stand for a strain. Indeed, I am not the least bit afraid that I shall lose the friendship of Cora and her brother. Even Walter and Ed will think of Jolly to have kept up the joke. Of course, and she hesitated, some of the others. Well, you can count on us, declared Paul warmly, and if I ever get out of this trouble and am well again, I am going to take Hazel for a long tour.  Where on earth would I get seventy-five cents to go to Europe with? She placed the bouquet on the small table near the window. There, I guess the flowers will not contaminate us. But when he gave them to me, or rather sent them, there was a note in the box, she added. Both Hazel and Paul looked their question. Yes, replied Clip, would you like to hear the note? She took from her pocket a slip of paper. It always strikes me as odd that people who try hardest to do one thing and mean another fail utterly to hide the intention. Now, this gentleman who writes with such solicitation about Ren says he really misses seeing her, declares frankly that Jack Kimball and I were seen to smuggle her off in Jack's auto. And then, but let me read the finish, I am spoiling the effect. Of course you have the child safe, she read, and no one questions your ability to care for her. All the little clandestine trips which you and your friend made to the Salvy Cottage happened to have been observed. Just hear the boy, happened to have been observed, when I knew he was watching, saw him on more than one occasion. She turned over the page of business letter paper, and continued. But the fact that I, her own cousin, and denied the privilege of seeing her makes the thing look odd. Now do you see what that means, asked the girl. He is trying to make me feel that it would be better to produce Ren than to keep her away from the lawyers, because it looks odd. Well, I'll take my chance on the odds, she said with a laugh, and Ren Salvy will be produced, when I am sure that the motor girl's strange promise will be kept. We have those smart men, just where we want them now, and if they want Ren, they must give us that table. You think they know where the table is, asked Hazel. I am not so sure of that, responded Clip, putting away the paper, and preparing to place upon the centre table some of the contents of their satchel. But I do know that this man, Reed, is Mrs Salvy's second cousin. She told me he was always interfering between Ren and the popular grandfather. Now, if the table contained the wheel, as Ren declares, and if that same table was sold at auction by this man, Reed, or through his management, it seems more than likely that he could trace it. But if he could find it, why would he not do so, and destroy the document, asked Paul. Right boy, declared the girl. That only goes to show, Hazel, that when a girl gets a thought, she stops. When a boy gets one, he looks for another. I think now that perhaps the old table is safe in some unthought of place, and that perhaps. That is why they wanted to get the promised book, to find if any clue to its whereabouts might be within its pages, put in Hazel. Well, I know that Cora Kimball will find that table, if it is in any house around here. She vowed when she started out, she would either bring back the table, or acknowledge herself beaten. The latter possibility is actually beyond serious attention. Phew! Paul almost whistled. But our little sister is progressing. Talk about professions, Cliff. I rather fancy there will be more than one to report at the final meeting of the Motor Girls Club. End of Chapter 19 Chapter 20 at the Motor Girls on a tour. This LibraVox recording is in the public domain. The Motor Girls on a tour by Margaret Penrose Chapter 20 at the Mahogany Shop It was Duncan Bennett who suggested the auto meet. The town of Breakwater had never gone beyond the annual dog show, and this progressive young man confided to his cousin Daisy that on a certain day next week he expected several of his friends from out of town who were sure to come in autos and why not tell them to flick up their machines and new girls could do the same. Then oh then he exclaimed we could run a real up-to-date auto meet. I can round up 15 machines at least. And the girls, why the fame of the Motor Girls will then be assured you will actually have to appoint a press agent. The cousins were strolling through the splendid gardens of Bennett Blade as Duncan called the long narrow strip a family property that for years had been famous for its splendid gardens, not flower beds but patches of things to eat. I think it would be perfectly splendid declared Daisy, her eyes full of admiration for her good-looking cousin, and I know the girls will like it. That settled it. Duncan Bennett went straight to his room, scribbled off a number of notes, threw himself a stride his horse Mercury called Ivy for short, and was on his way to the post office before Daisy had time to stop the exclamation gaps in the girls' faces with the correct answers to their varied questions. Some days lay between the proposition and the fate and this time was to be spent on the road as the girls had yet some miles to cover before they would turn back toward Chilton. There was a visit to be made at a ruins in Clayton. This was an underlined note of rays on the itinerary. Then Maude wanted so much to see a real watering place in full swing. This was put down at Ebonflow and would take at least an entire afternoon. Tilly had a craze for antiques and there was a noted shop only 20 miles from breakwater. So when Cora facetiously suggested that the party start out from a given point, go their separate ways and get back to Chilton for the auto meet, the girls realized that they would have to boil down their plans to fit the time allotted for the tour. The trip to Clayton ruins occupied a whole day. The girls started early and took their lunch, which best said would be eaten in a crumbling moss cupboard and ivy entwined tower. The ruins fully came up to expectations and the girls, leaving their machines at the roadside, begun their explorations. Isn't it just perfect exclaimed rain? I wish I had my sketchbook along. She wants to outdo Washington Irving, call Cora, poising on a tottering stone. Look out, suddenly called Bess, that stone Cora.  My, that was a narrow escape, gasped moored. You might have sprained your ankle, which would have been all the more romantic, added Cora, smiling faintly. It would have been material for Ray's sketchbook. Never, Cora, cried Ray. But come on, let's go to some less dangerous part of this ruin. You know they say this was once a church, but was made into a sort of castle, by an eccentric individual.  Oh, don't, begged Ray. It's not quite as bad as that, but I heard someone say, that on certain dark nights, that. Stop it, commanded Cora. My nerves are all right, but I'm still shaky from that stone. Let's see if. Oh, cried Bess, suddenly. There's something there, girls. And with dramatic gesture, she pointed to a pile of leaves in one corner. Something moved there, I'm sure of it. They looked, and all started, as the leaves actually did move. Come on, cried Ray. They gathered up their skirts and were hurrying from the old room, into which they had penetrated, when the leaves rustled still more. And from them came a tiny snake. There was a Cora's of screams, and Cora found herself alone in the ruined chamber. She was pale but resolute, as she followed her companions sedately. Weren't you awfully frightened, asked Ray, as Cora joined them? No, indeed, she answered. I prefer a live and seeable snake, to some haunting unsealable rumour that only appears on dark nights. But let's get out into the sunlight and admire the ruins from a better perspective. Besides, it's getting near lunchtime. It was more reassuring out of doors, they all admitted, and after admiring the picturesque remains of what might have been either a church or fort, as far as appearances now went, they got the hampers from the cars and feasted. Then, sitting in the shade, they discussed many things, until lengthening shadows warned them that it was time to go. Now, for a jolly day tomorrow, remarked Maud, as they neared their stopping place that night, if only we had good weather. She had her desire, never was weather more perfect, never were better country roads discovered, and never could there have been a more jolly party of girls. Maud was enchanted with ebb and flow. She declared the watering place was a perfect fairy land, but some of her companions hinted that it was the style of the gowns that attracted her. Still, they spent the best part of a day there, enjoying the bathing and coming back in the cool of the evening, much refreshed. Now best, it's your choice for our destination tomorrow, announce Cora at a little luncheon just before retiring time. But please don't choose ruins or a watering place. The woods for mine announce best. I heard of a lovely grove about 25 miles from here, 25 miles to find an ordinary grove, said Maud. Oh, but it's not an ordinary one, declared best. It is quite extraordinary. A delightful fancy dress ball was given that evening at the girls' club, where our friends stopped, and this made a pleasant break in the tour, and a welcome relief from spark plugs, carburetors, and the cranking of motors, much as the girls had come to care for their cars. Two days more were spent in visiting well-known places of interest, and on one trip, Maud and Best, who managed to slip away from their companions, went through several old farmhouses in search of the table. Once they had hopes that they were on the track, as an elderly woman declared, she had just what they were looking for, but approved to be far from it, though she was anxious to sell it to them. Oh, dear, I hoped we could find it, said Best, as they came out. Next morning, Tilly declared it was her turn to say where the trip should be, and she picked out an exclusive antique shop, about 20 miles from Breakwater, in which direction the cars were soon speeding. I'll get a warming pan if there is one in the place, announced Tilly, whose love for the old copper pan with the long and awkward handle was almost a joke with her friends. Well, I do hope if you can't get a pan that you'll not load us up with lead pipe and such stuff, said Cora with a laugh. I remember very well that last day at school, when you came back from Beverly. My, what a sight you were. What did you ever do with the junk? Indeed, it was not junk, objected Tilly, but a lot of the very handsomest glass knobs and brass candlesticks and my samovar. You surely did not carry a samovar, exclaimed Maude. Indeed I did, replied the little German, else I should not have gotten it in the morning. I know those antique men. They are like a thermometer, go up and down with simple possibilities. Rae was as pretty as ever, Maude just as sweet, and Daisy just as gentle, while Cora and Gertrude had added new summer tins to their colouring. Adele and Tilly were still bubbling over with enthusiasm. The twins were exceptionally happy. The morning mail had been brought good news, so that all were fine and fit, when they started on the ride to the antique shop. The day was of that sort, that comes in between summer and fall, when one time period borrows from the other, with the result of making an absolutely perfect blend. Rae had changed places with Belle Robinson, so that Belle was in the whirlwind, and Rae in the flyway, and when the procession was moving it attracted the usual public attention. But the motorgirls were now accustomed to being stared at. In fact, they would have missed the attention had they been deprived of it, for it was something to have a run with all girls, and such attractive girls. What if we should find the table at the antique shop, suddenly said Belle to Rae. Somehow I have a feeling. Let me ride out of your machine, Bess Robinson, joked Rae. I have had all I want of feelings, since we started on this trip. I rather think the one where the goat or sheep, or whatever it was, did the actual feeling. Was about the utmost, as Clip would say. Poor Clip, I wonder what she is about just now. About as frisky as ever, I'll wager, said Belle. I never could understand that girl. Well, objected Bess. It would be hard to understand anyone who is only in Chilton, two months at summer. If you were at school all year, and came home for new clothes, I fancy I would scarcely understand my own twin sister. Strange went on Rae. That boys always so well understand a girl of that type. Now I do not mean that in sarcasm. She hurried to add, noting the impression her remark had made. But I have always noticed that the girls whom girls think queer boys think just right. Pure contrariness, declared Bess. I don't suppose a boy like Jack Kimball thinks more of a girl, just because she keeps her home surroundings so mysteriously secret. As usual, Bess had blundered. She never could speak of Jack Kimball, and Clip Thayer, without showing her teeth, as Belle expressed it. The machines were running along with remarkable smoothness. The flyaways seemed to be singing with the whirlwind, while Daisy's car had ceased to grunt, thanks to the efforts of the workmen at her aunt's place. What will the antique man think of three autos stopping at his door, inquired Adele of Cora? Think, why? It will be the best advertisement he ever had. Likely he will pay us to come in, replied Cora. The street upon which the mahogany shop was situated was narrow and dingy enough. The sort of place usually chosen to add to the odd and odd effect of the things in the dusty window. The proprietor was outside on a feeble looking sofa. As Cora predicted, he evidently was honoured with the trio of cars that pulled up to the narrow sidewalk. Tilly, with the air of a connoisseur, stepped into the shop before the little man with the ragged whiskers had time to recover from his surprise. Had you a warming pain, she inquired straight away, where at, as was expected, the man produced almost every other imaginable sort of old peace side, of course, that asked for. But Tilly liked to look at all the stuff, and was already running the risk of blood poison, as Cora whispered to Gertrude, with her delving into green grasses and dirty coppers. With the same thought uppermost in their minds, Bess, Bell and Cora were soon busy examining the old furniture. There were many curious and really valuable pieces among the collection, for this man's shop was famous for many a mile. Tables whispered Bell, did you ever think there were so many kinds? Cora approached the owner, have you an inlaid table, a card table or one that could be used for one? I would fancy something in unpolished wood. I know just what you mean, answered the man, and I expect to have one in a few days. In fact, I already have an order for one, with anchors and oars inlaid. Cora did not start, she winked at Bess, who was always up to bubble over. Anchors, repeated Cora, sitting on the sides, I suppose. Well, that would be odd, but where can you get such a piece as that? Cora did not mean to ask outright, where the piece might be obtained. What she meant was, that will surely be a difficult thing to find. Oh, there is one someplace, replied the man, little dreaming what a tumult his words were creating in the brains of the anxious motor girls. And when I get an order, I always get the article. I shall have a warming pan for this young lady by tomorrow noon. Then suppose I order a table, like the one with the oars and anchors, ventured Cora. Could I get that?  You do not understand the trade. That would be a duplicate. And in furniture, we guarantee to give you an original. I can only get one Siemens card table, and that is ordered. Cora smiled and walked off a little to gain time, and to think. Her manner told the girls plainly not to mention the matter. She would act as wisely as she was capable of doing. She overhauled some blue plates, and selected a pair of baronials. The man went into ecstasies, describing every crack in the dishes. Maud said to Daisy, a Cora bought the plates and paid him his price with our question.  Then I cannot get a table, said Cora, purposely displaying a roll of bills, which she was replacing in her purse. Not exactly that kind, answered the man, but something very much hansomer, I assure you. If you will call in a day or two, I will show you something unmatched in all the country. A house has just sold out, and I have bought all the mahogany. End of Chapter 20 Chapter 21 of The Motor Girl's Honour Tour This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain. The Motor Girl's Honour Tour by Margaret Penrose Chapter 21 Perplexities When Cecilia Thayer, in her own little runabout, the turtle, went over the road to Mrs Selvie's cottage after the visit to the Hastings, her alert mind was occupied with many questions. She had advised the mother to go to court to account for her own child, a most peculiar proceeding, but one insisted upon by a well-meaning organisation, the special duty of which was to care for children. What sort of story Mrs Selvie's relative may have told to bring such a course about, neither she nor Cecilia knew, but at any rate a private hearing was arranged for, and now Cecilia was on her way to fetch the widow to town. Driving leisurely along for the turtle could not be trusted to hurry, Cecilia had ample time to plan her own course of action, should the judge insist upon having Wren shown in court. This Cecilia felt sure would be dangerous to the extremely nervous condition of the child, and it was such a move she most dreaded. I will call Dr Collins, thought Cecilia, and have him state the facts, if necessary, but then I would have to give an account of my own part, came the thought, and that would mean so much to me just now. The borer of an approaching automobile startled her. She turned and confronted Rob Rowland. Well, he exclaimed, his pleasure too evident. This is luck. Were you going to Aunt Selvie's? Cecilia was annoyed, but she had no other course than to reply that she was going to the cottage. So am I, replied the young man, and very likely our business is of the same nature. I am going to fetch her into town to the hearing, spoke up Cecilia, and I have to hurry along. An eye too was going to fetch her. She is quite in demand, it seems, and he stretched his thin lips over his particularly fine teeth in something like a sneer. I wish I had known you were coming out. I should have invited you to ride with me. Thanks, said Cecilia indifferently, but I could hardly have accepted. I had some calls to make as I came along. Yes, I saw your machine at Hastings. How's the chap getting on? Paul is almost better, replied Cecilia, making an effort to get out of talking distance. But he knew exactly why she sent her machine ahead, and while too diplomatic to actually bar her away, he too opened the throttle to increase the speed of his car. It was very aggravating. Cecilia had expected to have an important talk alone with Mrs Selvie. Without a doubt this was also the very thing Rob Rowland intended to do, if only she could get Mrs Selvie into her car, but if she should prefer to ride with her nephew. For some short distance Cecilia rode along without attempting conversation with the young man who was driving as close to her car as it was possible for him to do. Finally he spoke. Have you ever been in a courtroom? He asked. No, she replied curtly. Then you are sure to make a hit. Bet your picture will be in the paper tomorrow. What? Gasped Cecilia. I understood this was to be a private hearing. Nothing's private from the newspaper chats. They make more of chamber hearings than the open affairs. Always sure to be something behind the doors, you know. The thought flashed through the girl's mind that he was trying to frighten her, to keep her away from the hearing. Well, I hope they have decent cameras, she managed to say indifferently. He glanced at her with a look that meant she would make a picture. And in this, at least, he was honest. For the girl was certainly attractive in her linen coat, her turned over collar and her simple Panama hat. She looked almost boyish. Better let me call Aunt Selby, he said, as they neared the cottage. But there she is, waiting for us. Cecilia urged the turtle slightly ahead, then stopped suddenly. She was almost nervous with suppressed excitement. Already, she asked, as Mrs. Selby greeted first her, then the young man. Yes, I wanted to be on time, replied the woman, stepping down from the porch. Well, you cannot ride in two cars, called young Rowland. And this is, if I must be implied, the best machine Aunt Selby. But you had an appointment with me, pressed Cecilia, pretending to joke. I would not trust even Mr. Rowland to get you there on time, so I came myself. Of course, replied the widow, puzzled at the situation. It was good of you to come, Rob, but I must go with Miss Thayer. I had arranged to do so. Just as you like, he said, tossing his head back defiantly. But you know it would look better. Oh, we know perfectly well where Ren is, he sneered.  So this was the scheme. He would follow them to find the child's hiding place. Mrs. Selby stepped into Cecilia's car.  She trembled as Cecilia took her hand. What if she were making a mistake in trusting so much to this young girl, and so defying her antagonistic relatives? What if they should attempt to prove that she was not properly caring for her child? And if they should take Ren from her? Perhaps I ought not to anger him, she whispered to the girl. Do you think I had best go with him? After I have had a chance to say a word or two, you may get out if you like, replied Cecilia hastily. But I must caution you not to mention where Ren is, no matter how they press you. If they insist upon knowing, I shall call Dr. Collins. That is the most important thing. Next, don't tell who were the last persons who signed the promise book. Now you may get out and make a joke of it. I will trust to luck for the rest. End of chapter 21


Live from Orlando, Florida, it's theCUBE. Covering Microsoft Ignite, brought to you by Cohesity. Good afternoon, everyone, and welcome back to theCUBE's live coverage of Microsoft Ignite, one of Microsoft's biggest shows of the year. 26,000 people here in Orlando. I'm your host, Rebecca Nye, co-hosting alongside of Stu Miniman. We are joined by Pumala Schmidt. She is the senior cloud advocate in Microsoft Azure Engineering. Thank you so much for coming on the show. Well, thank you for having me. For coming back on the show. Last year we were here, well, actually we were, what, a month earlier last year? We were indeed. We were indeed. Hoping the weather was better, but still warm. Well, we're not getting much fresh air, but we're going to talk today about cloud governance. So this is something that companies that are moving to the cloud, often as an experiment, and then suddenly it's live. How do you make sure that your governance is in order and how do you help companies wrap their brains around getting things buttoned up? Part of it is enabling developers, operations. See, governance typically is a negative, right? Oh my gosh, governance, it's a roadblocker. We have to stop thinking that way and think of it as an enabler. And instead of governance, they're guardrails. We put those guardrails in place in the beginning, enable our developers. Now you've got control and speed because everything is about speed right now because if you are not developing at speed, you're not at velocity, you're not meeting business.   Let's just get this out the door. And then next thing you know it, you're like, oh, wait, what happened here? Yeah, Pumala, it reminds me just a lot of things when you talk about, when you roll out DevOps, I need to think about things like security, governance and compliance as part of what I'm doing.  You're always going to be, you know, N minus X behind what you're doing. So organizationally, what do companies need to do to make sure that governance is taken care of just as part of the ongoing day-to-day activity and development? Well, building is checks and balances, right? So if we put those guardrails in place, let's start with infrastructure guardrails. Your ports, do those audits. Just making sure that what you have on premises is the same in the cloud. Once you do that, that's like one checkbox you've done. And then there's the app development portion of it. That's where we got to get developers thinking, let's build security into our application. It's going to make life a lot easier. Like you said, then going back and trying to build and trying to put, you know, new code in. And then when you're doing DevOps, and that's just like a combination of everything, keeping governance in mind helps the flow of all those different transactions. And personally, I think DevOps is probably the hardest in terms of just maintaining governance because you do have different teams working together. It's these different principles all coming together, but it comes down to doing things right. Doing what's right ultimately, because at the end of the day, if there's something that's missing, and then next to you know it, you're on the front page, nobody wants to be in the front page. And it's those little things, like checking permissions, just making sure that we have the right identity access management. And just throwing in some audit, just making sure our ports are closed. Multi-factor, you can audit and check. You know, your root accounts, your administrative accounts. Little things like that, just making sure that we have like the proper authentication, multi-factor, all that good stuff. And then you just start building upon that once you have a little bit of governance in play.  So maybe give us a little viewpoint as to how that's gone from, you know, identity just about outlook or Office 365 to, you know, today's environment where my users can be anywhere, my applications are everywhere. And I still need to make sure that, you know, those corporate guidelines and identity go with me wherever I am and whatever I'm doing. So from an Azure standpoint, identity management, we have a way of Azure AD, we've got all that component. But when you're coming into Azure, we like to emphasize using our back, role-based access control. Let's just make sure that the people that we're giving access to, have access to what they really need to, building those roles out. And people can have multiple roles. I mean, it's as simple as that, right? We started off just defining, what's your job? Right, Stu? You've got a job. What are your roles? Let's just make sure we give you those roles. And then we build upon that. If you need a little bit more, okay. And then you can give external users access as well. And you can give them roles, but just giving everybody full access to everything. Do you really need it? And it's the same thing with office and email and SharePoint. So we're just taking those concepts from those applications and putting it into access and do the Azure infrastructure. And then developers can actually build that into their applications as well. One of the things that we keep talking a lot about, because Satya Nadella was talking a lot about, it was is trust. And that is really the bedrock of good governance and making sure that people have confidence in your systems and that things are going to be done right, as you say. How much does that play into your work with customers and clients in terms of, there's just an inherent trust right now that Microsoft is worthy of this. And it is sort of the grown up in the room when it comes to big technology. Trust is huge. If you have trust in us as a customer, that's amazing. We're going to give you the tools. We're going to give you the features so that you and your customers have trust as your policies. I mean, that's just one component of governance. And policies isn't about completely control, but it's about auditing, just checking, right? Checks and balances, because that's really what governance is. There's checks and balances to make sure that your operations is meeting your business needs. So if we can just do those little checks, simple trust, like check marks, it goes a long way. And then then we've got Azure Blueprints, which is our governance at scale. We've taken everything that we learned about governance in general, all those different tools that we had. And now you're just going to stamp it. Every time you build a new subscription, you're just going to roll out governance. And it's just, I don't want to say it's as easy as a button, but it sort of is, right? You can do it through the portal. And everything that you've built as a team, those roles that you've created, the policies you've been to manage from your audit checks to controlling who creates what, where they can create that from, because GDPR, that's huge, because we can actually help you control where your resources are being deployed from. I mean, that's going to be huge for most organizations right now. So knowing that we have the right tools in place for you to run your business, that's trust. So Mila, give us a little bit of a walk around the show in your shoes. You're speaking at the show, you're hosting people on channel nine, you're behind the scenes helping a lot of people. Give us what you're most looking forward to and what you're most looking to share at the event this week. Most looking forward to just meeting all my friends that I've made throughout the years, but meeting new friends. And of course there's puppies with therapy dogs as well. Thursday I'm doing several channel nine live interviews. And I've got two sessions tomorrow, diversity sessions, which typically I do technical sessions, but diversity sessions I feel are very, very important. We talk about stuff that nobody really wants to talk about all the time, right? We actually have a parenting and tech session tomorrow. How do we handle being a parent and working full time? And then I'm talking about the career journey. And those two actually kind of go together in some way. I mean, I know everyone's been asking me how I'm doing my son just went off to boot camp. And so as a parent, I felt it was really important to be part of that session and talk about how, how do I handle it? Where I wasn't here yesterday, the first day. I was off sending my son, starting off his life, his new career, and my career has gone on for several years, but it's a new change now for me and balancing that, that FOMO, right? If you're missing out, like everyone's at work and I have to be here with my son. There is an adjustment. And a lot of parents have actually reached out to me to how do you handle that? So there's several of us speaking tomorrow that we're going to talk to the attendees and hear some tips of how we do it, especially with our traveling schedule. Well, I'm interested to hear because we had another guest who was talking about stress. I mean, it was, I think it was your best friend to recently talking about stress as endemic to this high stress fast paced industry. Where as you said, there's a lot of demands on your time, a lot of demands on your travel schedule and really a push for excellence at all times. So this, how is it to be a hard driving professional and also want to make time for your family because your kids matter, of course. It is, there's a balance. So the tech career includes that balance. We want, we always want more in that career, right? We all do, but we sometimes we have to step back.  You can't always have everything all at once and I've learned that.  So I work for Microsoft now and here's what I've done. I've made some bad mistakes. I've made some, you know, some good choices, but overall there's been a balance. There's been a give and take I've had to do and I feel like the journey I've been through could be helpful for others. I had a lot of people ask me, especially about career journeys now with the cloud. It's very, very scary and a lot of people are worried, well, I still have a job. My job transitions, what do I do? And I'm like, let's talk about this. I've went through the same thing.  Most people don't deploy exchange anymore. It's Office 365. So I went through that several years ago, that transition, where do I go next? I know I really don't have that much of a life anymore, like there is for 100 engineers, right? And diversity is another, of course, hot button issue in the technology industry. There is a dearth of women. There is a dearth of underrepresented groups and LGBTQ. How are you, as someone who is a woman of color, navigating these thorny issues and helping the next generation come up and to create a different technology industry for the future? So it's tough. I navigate through with a lot of candles, a lot of wine, with friends. I've got a great support system, but I strongly believe in paying it forward. There's a lot of stuff I do behind the scenes that a lot of people do not know. A lot of the forwarding of, hey, this person is really good in this space. You might want to speak with them. Techfield Day, I'm sure you all know the great people over there. I've forwarded a lot of names over there. I've come up the ladder, or the elevator. It's time to push that button, send it back down to help others. And I've been doing it a lot more. I've always felt it. And now I feel I'm in a position that I can really help others. And it just feels really good when someone that I've helped tweets about it. And obviously they're not going to mention my name, but when I see them being so happy, it just makes me feel really, really good.  This is good. It's attributed to their success. Yeah, and it becomes addictive almost. Like, how can I, you know, if I see an opportunity to help somebody, I will help them any way I can. That's great, great. So you are an avid blogger and you are considered one of the top 50 tech influencers and thought leaders you should follow. So congratulations on that. Thank you. I'm interested to hear how do you keep up on the news? And what do you read? Who do you talk to? What do you pay attention to? And tell our viewers too, because they want to know. Twitter is probably my source of everything now because it's quick, but pretty much just keeping up on the internet. Honestly, it's a lot. Between my travel schedule, my family, it is almost impossible to stay up to date on everything. And I've learned that I can't. I just, because I don't want to get burned out. I've been burned out several times and now I just take one day at a time. Oh, if there was something that was announced, I didn't hear about it and someone said something to me. I'm like, oh, okay, oh, that's cool. I'll read up on it later. But I don't feel like I need to know everything all at once. I think when you get to a certain place, you're just comfortable knowing what you know. And I'll read the news when I get home. It's something like that where you've got to be at that place where you're comfortable and not always feeling like, I have to know everything because we're humans. We can't know everything all at once. And as we've talked about, there has been, talking about not being able to keep up with everything. This conference, Microsoft Ignite, so many new product announcements, new buzzwords, new strategies that are all washing over us. What has been most interesting to you, most exciting? Who have you talked to? What sessions have you seen that have sort of sparked your interest the most? Azure Arc, now I'm just reading into it. I haven't gotten real deep into it, but from what I know, from what I've seen, I like it. I like it a lot. When we think about the cloud, it's multi-cloud. It is, right? Every organization, they're dipping in their toes into just about everything. And Azure Arc is giving that opportunity to our customers to be able to say, hey, we know you're in the cloud, in different clouds. Here's a view into it. And you're able to manage these environments and see what's going on, because that is the future. And it's a hybrid multi-cloud. I think that's going to be my word, you know? Hybrid multi, because we're in everything. I expect every organization to be in a little bit of everything, because it's like when you're personalized, right? You're in a little bit of everything. It makes it more dynamic. And I just don't think one thing is going to be in organizations like, you know, that's all they're doing. I truly believe everyone's going to dip their toes in a little bit of everything. They have one defined set of here, we're just going to use this one cloud or this one service, but for the most part, they are going to dabble. And where Azure Arc is giving customers the opportunity to manage those environments where they've decided to dabble a little bit or because of business needs. They need to be in different environments. Exactly, Renaissance organizations. Yeah, I love it. Fumala, thank you so much for coming on theCUBE. Always a pleasure having you. Thank you for having me. I'm Rebecca Knight for Stu Miniman. Stay tuned for more of theCUBE's live coverage of Microsoft Ignite.