"There's the stage, and its about to start.

We'll all get seats in it." "If that is the programme, Mrs.Bentley," laughed Dick, "Greg and I will have to overtake you, later on, on foot.

Cadets are not allowed to ride in the stage.
"Can't you telephone for a carriage, then ?" inquired Mrs.Bentley.
"Certainly, and with pleasure, but cadets may not ride in a carriage, either." "Oh, you poor cadets!" cried Mrs.Bentley.

"To think of your having to climb that steep road ahead.

And its ever so long, too!" "You get in the stage, mother, and Belle and I will walk up the road with Dick and Greg," proposed Laura Bentley.
So the two cadets busied themselves with assisting Mrs.Bentley into the stage, after which they returned to their fair friends.
"Now, I have trouble in store for you two young men," declared Belle Meade, frowning.