"We'll put the kids in your car," he said hurriedly. "There will be
more room for them, and then they won't bother the old folks. And have
the man drive slowly," he added. "This old bus isn't long on springs,
and I don't want to jolt 'em up too much. Take it easy, Joe."
"All right," agreed the latter, and a moment later they were gliding
cautiously over the smooth roads on their way to the home of little
Dick Winters and his sister Rose.
The children were deliriously happy at the prospect of a little change
and excitement, and there were tears in their mother's eyes as she
helped the boys lift the children into the comfortable back seat of
the Atwood car.
"God bless those boys!" whispered the woman, as the two cars sped
away down the road.
Still further on the boys picked up several more crippled boys and
girls, and then turned off a hot and dusty side road to call for
Aunty Bixby.
Secretly the boys were a little afraid of this formidable old woman,
and they wondered rather nervously whether or not she would break up
the party.
When Jimmy, who was sitting beside Bob in the flivver, pointed out
the white, ivy-grown house where the old woman lived, Bob nudged him
nervously.
"Remember, you've got to take care of her," he said, noticing that
Jimmy himself looked rather worried.
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