Then he signed his name.
After the messenger was gone and we had talked things over for a while I says:
“Where’ll we go next summer, fellows?”
“I d-don’t know,” says Mark Tidd. “We planned a quiet vacation this time, and see what we got. L-let’s plan a wild-West sort of outing next year, or a p-pirate cruise, or a t-trip up the Amazon among savages. Then we’ll probably end up by having a comfortable, undisturbed, cozy t-time. Things seem to go by contraries.”
“But this one was a mighty interestin’ contrary,” says Plunk. And we all agreed with him.
THE END
Transcriber’s Notes
• Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected.
• Retained anachronistic spelling and grammar as printed.