“Fine. This thing is getting to be a regular corker of a show.”
“Wouldn’t it be funny to have Unc’ Aaron, too?” said Joanne warmed up to greater enthusiasm.
“Oh, boy!” Hal took another back somersault. “I say, folkses, we’ll be the talk of the town if we keep on.”
“What I want to know is where do we come in?” said Winnie. “We were the originators of the plan and we don’t mean you shall have all the glory.”
“Calm yourself, dear lady,” said Chet, stroking Winnie’s hand. “You shall do anything you please; ride bareback, be a wild Indian, or Buffalo Bill himself, if you want to.”
“Silly!” exclaimed Winnie contemptuously. “You tell, Hal. What do you expect us to do?”
“Well,” began Hal, “there will have to be pioneer women, of course; the Indians will try to capture them and drag them around by the hair.”
“What a delightful part to take,” said Winnie. “Aren’t you crazy to be dragged around by the hair, Jo?”
Joanne laughed. “It doesn’t appeal to me particularly.”
“Oh, well,” continued Hal, “I didn’t mean that exactly. We haven’t decided upon the programme entirely. Mr. T. and some of the other boys are working at it. Pete is writing a new song for the occasion. We thought we’d have music between the acts. But, really, girls, we haven’t the whole thing arranged, we couldn’t till we knew about Chico. When do you think you can tell us for sure, Jo?”