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"Tents," said Migwan, with a reminiscent sigh. "Umbrellas," said Sahwah. Mrs. Evans fell down on "V." "Varnish," said Chapa. "W" was too much for Medmangi. "Wire," said Nyoda. "X," said Sahwah, "there is no such thing. Oh, yes, there is, too; Xylophones, they're made here." Gladys and Migwan met their Waterloo on "Y." "Yeast," said Nyoda.
By the time the rain had ceased the darkness of the thunder clouds had been succeeded by the darkness of night, and Hinpoha and Gladys took their way wearily back over the flooded road to where the Striped Beetle stood. "Did you have to dig a well first, before you got that gasoline?" called Chapa, as they approached. Gladys made her announcement briefly and they all settled down to gloom.
"May I ask," inquired Gladys politely, "just what it was that caused you to make that remark at this time?" "Greening apples," returned Hinpoha, calmly. "You can't tell which are ripe and which are green." "You can tell by the seeds," said Gladys. "All seeds are black by night," returned Hinpoha. "Not changing the subject," said Chapa, "but where are we going to stay to-night?"
Bob, feeling the reproach in her tone, crept away with his head down. "O come, let's not quarrel about whose fault it was," said Gladys. "It isn't the first time people have been taken in." "We seem to be left out, rather than taken in," murmured Hinpoha. "You're unusually brilliant to-night," remarked Chapa.
Gladys and Chapa and Medmangi decided that they too would like a stroll beside the river, after sitting in the car so long. Pearl did not care to get out; she offered to stay in the car and hold the purses of the other girls until they returned.
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