George exclaimed, as she scrambled to her feet and rubbed her knee. “Where’d the cyclone come from?”Nancy brushed the dirt from her clothes and pointed down the path. Rose was precariously jerking to a halt on a bright-red motorbike. “There’s our culprit!”The young girl hopped off the vehicle and skipped toward them. “Jiminy crickets! When you get up speed on that thing, it’s hard to stop,” she explained, then added, “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”Nancy assured Rose that fortunately both she and her friend were all right, and introduced Rose to George.“Aren’t you a little young to be riding around on a motorbike?” George asked.“Regular bikes are too slow,” Rose declared.“I traded mine for this one, but it doesn’t work right.”“Does your grandmother approve of your having it?” Nancy asked.“Granny doesn’t approve of anything I do.” Rose pouted, then laughed. “She couldn’t interfere in this deal. I traded my two-wheeler for this secondhand motorbike before she could say no.”“Your name ought to be Wild Rose,”
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