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No one was near, and when the scouts turned in their oars and paid for their boat, only a boy was at the stand. "Was he hurt?" asked Cleo eagerly. "Oh no, just scared. He's all right," replied the boy handing out some change. "Who is he?" asked Grace frankly. "Oh, a chap that lives at the Point don't know his name.
"That will be the safest way to go," said Louise, "as it would afford the quickest chance of getting away." "Nothing to be afraid of," Cleo said disdainfully. "How do we know?" argued Isabel. "Just because no bears jumped out at us is not proof there were none up the trees." "Bears don't climb the trees," retorted Elizabeth. "Well, we might have to and it's just the same," insisted Isabel.
Rebecca Forney and Mrs. Mary B. Green, all of Oklahoma Territory, and Mrs. Mary C. Harvey of Indian Territory. The second annual convention was held Oct. 26-28, 1905, at Chickasha, Indian Territory. Mrs. Biggers, Mrs. Woodworth, Miss Rees and Mrs. Green were re-elected. New officers were, Mrs. Minnie Keith Bailey, Mrs. Cleo Ikard Harris, Mrs. Ida Wood Norvell, Mrs. Jessie Livingston Parks and Mrs.
"And she insinuated that we made the beach fire," said Cleo indignantly. "Oh, that's pure nonsense, of course. But did you see how she acted when we asked her about the Weasle?" "Yes, she knows about that note, I'm sure," said Cleo. "But then she thinks she knows a lot of things. She certainly lives over on the Island, and so she couldn't very well start fires at night?"
They adjusted themselves again on the great cask, and Cleo proceeded to narrate the details of her recent letter from their chum, Madaline. "Her folks are going to travel this summer so we can't have our little roly-poly Madaline with us," she explained. "Of course, we shall miss her, but we are going to have Mary. Her rich relations are coming down to the Colonade."
"What's the matter, Cleo?" asked Wheeler, sitting down beside her and lifting her cool fingers one by one, and, by reason of some remote analogy that must have stirred within him, seeing in her a Nile queen. "What's the matter Cleo? Does the spook stuff get your goat?" She turned on him eyes that were all troubled up, like waters suddenly wind-blown.
Did you ever see such big, deep, dark eyes as Olga Neilson carries around?" and Cleo exercised her own blue-gray orbs in emulation. "One lovely thing about our picnic," commented Grace, "we will all wear uniform and look so alike.
Of course, it's a lovely prospect, but what's the use of making plans? Why not just grab them?" Grace had ridden over on her bicycle, and the exercise furnished her a wonderful beautifier had she real need of the process. Eyes shining, cheeks glowing, with almost dewy softness of color, even Cleo, ordinarily indifferent to temperamental changes, commented on her chum's appearance.
"Is there no chance of getting anything?" he was asked, and sad indeed were all faces when he assured them every penny had been lost, and that, though his wife had been confident of raising some more money he mentioned this possibly with the idea of softening the bitterness against Cleo her hope had been quite disappointed.
She shewed them the great serang Captain of the Chinese driving them off the beach and telling them to begone back into the wilderness, and, vaguely, the fight where Raft had saved her from death or worse "Ah, Mon Dieu, what a man," cried a female voice down the table. Cléo stopped.
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