Bill seized his own raincoat and cut two wider strips, which he folded into pads.
“Sit down on that stump, and hold up your hoof,” he ordered. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Dorothy hopped to the stump and after seating herself, kicked off her remaining shoe.
“There goes the end of a perfect pump,” she chuckled.
“Think I’ll keep it for luck,” declared Bill.
She raised her eyebrows and laughed.
“Some girls might think you were becoming sentimental—you, of all people!”
“Well?”
“Well, I know it’s only because you were born practical. You want that shoe so as to prevent anyone else from finding it, the men who are chasing us, for instance?”
“I never argue with members of the opposite sex—that’s why I still enjoy good health.”