CHAPTER X
“I don’t believe the whale swallowed Jonah!” Huggo speaking.
She sat upright. She stared. She called out dreadfully. Her face was all miraged up.
“Huggo!”
“Well, mother, you never taught me to believe it.”
She drew her hand to her heart. She was deathly sick. It was very embarrassing. Huggo! The whale! Jonah!
She worked with her fingers at the key ring, removing her office key.
“I’m coming home, Harry.”
“Coming home?”—puzzled Harry.
“Coming home!”
“Why, my dear, my dear, steady on! You’re home already. Mice and mumps! Why, you came home two hours ago! Why, you—” bewildered Harry.
They carried her up to bed, feet first. She had an almost fatal mirage.