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Updated: May 2, 2025
Then the small boys shouted worse than ever and the perspiration stood out on Gladys's forehead. "Stop that dog barking, or I shall go wild," she said. After numerous ineffectual commands and shakes, Hinpoha rolled Mr. Bob in one of the robes, which nearly smothered him, but produced the desired result. Save for a few smothered growls and "oofs" nothing more was heard from him.
She finally took to her bed in an air-tight room with a mustard plaster and an electric heating pad, expressing her intention of staying there until her cold was cured. "But you ought to have some fresh air," protested Hinpoha, "you'll smother in there with all that heat." "You leave that window shut," said Aunt Phoebe crossly. "All this foolishness about open windows makes me tired.
"What on earth could have happened?" "Here comes another car," said Hinpoha; "they're running a double-header. Nyoda and Gladys must be on this one." The second car whizzed by with a deafening clatter and a cloud of dust. "Maybe they're not coming," said one of the girls, and disappointment was visible on every face. This jolly party would not be complete without their beloved Guardian and Gladys.
Somebody must have seen them. Where do you think we had better go to inquire?" "Do you see a candy store anywhere?" asked Hinpoha. "Sahwah would surely have to buy some candy if she saw any.
Gladys and Migwan, upstairs putting their room to rights, heard it and came rushing down into the parlor to fling themselves upon the Twins with loud cries of joy. "Agony! It's been years since I've seen you!" "Gladys! I simply can't get used to going to bed without shouting good-night through the transom to you!" "Hinpoha, my angel of light, come to my arms once more!
Migwan blushed furiously and sat silent. To have this successful, widely known writer know her heart's ambition filled her with an agony of embarrassment. "Migwan does write, wonderful things," said Hinpoha loyally. "She's had things printed in papers and in the college magazine."
"Did the Indians ever bury anything under stones?" repeated the colonel. "You mean the bodies of their dead? Customs varied as to that. Some tribes buried their dead in the ground, some left them on mountain tops unburied, and some wrapped the bodies and placed them in trees." "I don't know whether I mean people or not," said Hinpoha, and told about finding the marked rock in the ravine.
"Isn't she lovely?" breathed Hinpoha to Agony, her eye taking in the details of Miss Amesbury's camping suit, which, instead of being made of serge or khaki, like those of the other councilors, was of heavy Japanese silk, with a soft, flowered tie.
"He could act as chauffeur," replied Gladys, "and supply the modern flavor." "This is Friday, too," remarked Medmangi. "That's why the car won't start," said Hinpoha, "it won't start anything on Friday." "Couldn't we dig for oil?" suggested Chapa. "We're in the oil belt. There must be all kinds of gasoline in the earth under our very feet, and we languishing on top of it!
"It's as clear as mud," said Hinpoha, who was plunged into deepest gloom again, now that Nyoda was not there and there was no one to advise them what to do about the trunk. "Did she get our telegram?" wondered Gladys. "We might go down to the office and find out if it was delivered." The first one was delivered, they were informed.
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