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"Indeed, you will not," objected Grace. "You must think of some better plan." "Leave it to the bear. He will have the rope gnawed in two very soon at the present rate," called Hippy. "Come, Emma. Get busy and 'con-centrate' on the difficulty." The animal was on its back when the girls gathered about him, keeping a safe distance from him, however.
"Shoot! Make him dance," urged Emma Dean excitedly. "No!" replied Grace incisively. "We are not savages." "Why didn't you 'con-centrate' on him and save us all this bother?" demanded Hippy. "Nora darling, I am proud of you," he said, turning to her smilingly. "But never do a crazy thing like that again. Even Emma Dean could do no worse. What's the next thing on the programme, Grace?
"If there are mice up here I shall die of fright, I know," groaned Emma. "'Con-centrate' on the mice," advised Anne teasingly. "Once they bump against that 'imponderable quantity, the mice will trouble you no more." "Why can't we go into the cabin and lie down on the floor? It can't be worse than the barn," urged Nora. Grace firmly refused to permit it.
Didn't I con-centrate on everything?" demanded Emma triumphantly. "You did," agreed Hippy in a guttural voice. "And didn't everything turn out just as I con-centrated that it should?" "It did," rumbled Hippy. "Then there is nothing more to be said," finished Emma amid the laughter of her companions. That night, having no tents to cover them, the Overland party slept in the cave.
"Hippy Wingate, don't you dare go and get enlargement of the head," warned Nora, after his companions had crowded about Hippy and enthusiastically congratulated him. "Never mind, Nora. If he does, just let me know. I'll con-centrate on his head until it gets so small that he can wear a charlotte russe cup on it instead of a sombrero.
"No we won't, 'cause I'll con-centrate. I think I will begin this very night, and by the time we reach that Ridge place all will be sweet peace," bubbled Emma. Hippy Wingate shook his head and sighed. "We must go as far as Hall's Corners, Julie. You know I have to meet my husband there.
They teased her at breakfast, and Hippy suggested that Elfreda ask Emma Dean to "con-centrate" on her during Miss Briggs' future practice with the lasso. "To change the subject, I am going to look up the Thompsons and try to make peace with them, provided they are like most of the mountaineers that we have come into intimate contact with," announced Grace.
Why didn't you 'con-centrate, Emma Dean?" demanded Hippy. "Old Con-centration is never on the job when he is really needed." "How could I when I didn't know anything about this?" returned Emma, with a sweeping gesture that took in the entire camp. "What are we going to do now? Where are we to sleep, I ask you?" "Sleep standing up just as the ponies do, my darlin'," suggested Nora.
"All right. I'll get an early start in the morning and " "No! To-night! Now, Hippy. To-morrow may be too late," urged Grace. "Of course, if it is so bad as that. Why don't you have Emma Dean 'con-centrate'?" "This is not a matter to make light of, Hippy Wingate," rebuked Nora. "Of course you will go." "Laundry, get my pony, and be lively about it," ordered Lieutenant Wingate.
"'Con-centrate' on those ruffians and drive them away; 'con-centrate' on Tom Gray; 'con-centrate' on the Mystery Man 'con-centrate' on anybody, but for the love of Mike don't let loose any of that 'imponderable quantity' on me," begged Lieutenant Wingate.
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