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"Oh, Nathalie, I do believe there's Grace Tyson in her new motor-car," exclaimed Helen Dame, suddenly laying her hand on her companion's arm as the two girls were about to cross Main Street, the wide, tree-lined thoroughfare of the old-fashioned town of Westport, Long Island. Nathalie Page halted, and, swinging about, peered intently at the brown-uniformed figure of a young girl seated at the steering-wheel of an automobile, which was speeding quickly towards them.