So the old gentleman scrambled down the hill with Betty and Babe, while Madeline and Babbie ran ahead to make sure of the luncheon and get the preparations for it under way. The bread and butter was so good and the milk so creamy, and they all ate and drank so much, while the old gentleman forgot to be annoyed at his unhappy plight and told funny stories of his motoring experiences in France,--neither he nor his chauffeur, it seemed, knew a word of any language but English,--that the time slipped by, and when Babe thought to look at her watch it was long past the hour that she had allotted to lunching.