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Updated: June 22, 2025
"What you taking such a hot day to ride for?" Mrs. Appel called when she caught sight of Wallie. The question jarred on him and he replied coolly: "I had not observed that it was warmer than usual, Mrs. Appel." "It's ninety, with the humidity goodness knows how much!" she retorted.
Appel, who had lurched over the railing, observed sarcastically: "They ought to put that engineer on a stock train." The party did not immediately recognize Wallie in his Western clothes, but when they did they waved grimy hands at him and cried delightedly: "Here we are, Wallie!"
"How are we going to get it out?" Wallie asked in perplexity. "It's way bigger than his mouth," said Mr. Appel, and old Mr. Penrose suggested humorously: "You might push it down and make him swallow it." "Maybe you could knock a little off at a time or chisel it," ventured Mr. Budlong. "It's hard as a rock," feeling of it. "You'll have to crack it."
"Appel," when properly conducted, never lasted more than ten minutes or a quarter of an hour. On one occasion, Wolfe, who was well protected against the cold, kept us standing in a blizzard for an hour and a half, during which time he counted us five or six times, obviously for his own amusement.
Darkness and oblivion came upon him for a moment, and then he found himself being lifted tenderly from a bed of petunias and dusted off by the groom from the Riding Academy. The ladies were screaming, but a swift glance showed Wallie not only Mr. Appel but Mr. Cone and Mr. Budlong with their hands over their mouths and their teeth gleaming between their spreading fingers.
Budlong had purchased food and kept it in her teepee. Therefore, when asked for something to ward off a faint feeling before dinner and she had denied having anything, they were outspoken in their resentment. "There she stood and lied to our faces," Mrs. Appel declared to her husband afterward, "while her mouth was shining.
In addition to these he had manlier accomplishments, playing good games of tennis, golf, and shuffle-board. Besides, Mr. Appel was his only dangerous opponent on the bowling alley, and he had learned to ride at the riding academy. Now, as he worked, he speculated as to whether he had imagined it or "the girl from Wyoming" really had laughed at him.
But this sound, added to the pandemonium of screaming women, finally frightened them. Then, scattering in all directions, they started back to the shadows. Suddenly Mr. Appel let out such a cry as seemed that it must not only split his throat but rend the very heavens. Small wonder!
She had promised to go to him next summer, but next summer was a long way off and there were times when she was strongly tempted to make the journey in winter in spite of the northern blizzards of which, while fanning themselves, they read with gusto. A blizzard was raging at present, according to the paper from which Mr. Appel was reading the headlines aloud to the group on the veranda.
"I wish I was in such favour," Mrs. Budlong declared, enviously. "Never mind, Honey Dumplin'," said Mr. Budlong, "I shall go out after supper and catch your breakfast." "You ought to get a boatload," Hicks added quickly, "if you find the right place." "I saw them jumping by the million where I was walking before supper." Mr. Appel volunteered to conduct Mr.
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