&ldquo;That&rsquo;s done it!&rdquo; and Dick came gloomily out from beneath the car.<br />&ldquo;Oh, Dick, what&rsquo;s wrong? Can&rsquo;t we go on?&rdquo; wailed Sheila from the back seat.<br />Della leaned over the side. &ldquo;What&rsquo;s up, old chap? Is it serious?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo; &rsquo;Fraid so. I don&rsquo;t know exactly,&rdquo; Dick confessed ruefully, &ldquo;but she&rsquo;s crashed; something&rsquo;s crocked inside. I&rsquo;ll have to get help from the village. Luckily, it isn&rsquo;t far.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Then we&rsquo;re stuck here, I suppose;&rdquo; his elder sister looked round at the hedges, and the fields, and the lane for inspiration.<br />&ldquo;Oh, but we must get on somehow!&rdquo; Sheila cried strenuously. She was thirteen, with long waving brown hair, while Adela, who was twenty, was brown also, but had neatly shingled hair to show a prettily-shaped head.<br />&ldquo;We can&rsquo;t desert Dicky and the car, Shee,&rdquo; her sister said reproachfully.<br />&ldquo;I can! He doesn&rsquo;t want us, if he&rsquo;s going to tinker at the old thing&rsquo;s inside. I&rsquo;m dying to see your Abbey, and all its girls. Is it much farther, Dell? Couldn&rsquo;t we walk? Or get a lift somehow?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;My Abbey! Thanks awfully! That&rsquo;s a handsome present to give me. And it&rsquo;s a thousand chances to one against any of the girls being there.&rdquo; Della reached for the map. &ldquo;Just exactly where are we, Dick?&rdquo;