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Just then Hippy's voice was heard again above the crowd, and the three girls hurried to the opening in the tent. "Ladies and gentlemen," cried Hippy. "We have a noble animal for sale here. He is tame and gentle. A lady could ride him without fear. He sees equally well out of both eyes and is neither lame nor spavined. If you will just stand back a little we will let you see his paces."
Happening to catch her eye he looked rather guilty, then, cocking his head to one side, simpered languishingly, "What shall I say to thee, heart of my heart?" Nora's tip-tilted little nose was promptly elevated still higher, and she walked away without observing the triumphant gleam in Hippy's blue eyes. At one o'clock the Eight Originals halted for luncheon, which proved to be a merry meal.
"For to-night you are a nuisance, you mean," was Reddy Brooks' shouted correction. "I'll rescue you." "Oh, my!" came Hippy's horrified accents, as Reddy Brooks leaped to his feet and dived toward the sheltering shadow that concealed the self-made outcast. "Isn't it a lovely evening, David? Have you noticed it?"
Grace stood for the moment, a little detached from the others, arranging the veil over her hat. "Oh, no, Tom," she made quick answer. "It is late. You mustn't go to that trouble. David is going to take Anne and I in his car. Hippy, Nora, Reddy and Jessica are going home in Hippy's machine." Tom's face fell. "May I come to see you to-morrow afternoon, then?" "Yes, do.
The animals were restive, they were stepping from side to side and an occasional snort was heard, but they quieted down when he went among them and spoke soothing words, petting an animal here, restaking another one there until he had spoken to each bronco in the outfit. The guide's next move was to step to Hippy's tent and awaken him. "What is it?
Ain't ye ashamed of yerself to speak to yer betters that way, and 'specially to a woman of my years? I'll larn ye to be civil and to mind yer own business!" Joe gave the embarrassed Hippy a sound box on one ear, then on the other. "Take that, and that," she cried. "Next time I'll use the club on ye!" Each blow jolted Hippy's head. "Mrs. Shafto! Please, please!
Grace stooped over and, thrusting a hand into the bushes, brought forth an object which she held up for Elfreda's inspection. "Do you recognize it, J. Elfreda?" "Hippy's hat!" gasped Miss Briggs. "Yes. Let us examine it. Look at this! Am I right?" demanded Grace triumphantly. "Hippy was whacked over the head with the butt of a revolver, and the blow cut right through the felt.
Not long after, six young people strolled up Chapel Hill in the moonlight, talking gayly of the happy days they had spent together with Mrs. Gray; for Richards, the burglar, seemed now a sort of joke to them, and even the terrible recollection of the wolves was softened by time, and they could only laugh at poor Hippy's plight when his breath gave out and his legs refused their office.
"If we don't hear from them by Saturday we'd better send them a postcard to hurry them up. Let's go down to that little stationer's shop to-morrow and see what they have. I must find one that will suit Hippy's peculiar style of beauty." Laughing and chatting of things that had happened at home, a subject of which they never tired, Grace and Anne prepared for bed.
"And I shall be only too pleased to annihilate Reddy Brooks for daring to suggest any such thing," retorted Hippy, striding toward the offending Reddy. "Come, come, Hippy," laughed Mrs. Harlowe, who enjoyed Hippy's pranks as much as did his companions, "this is Christmas, you know. Why not let Reddy live?" "Very well, I will," agreed Hippy, "but only to please you, Mrs. Harlowe.
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