“What a foolish thing to do,” said Sahwah, when they had all recovered somewhat, “falling into the pool to give a man a chance to be a hero. She might have been drowned.”
“She didn’t run such an awful risk,” observed Katherine, the all-knowing. “She’s a good swimmer herself; I’ve heard people say so.”
And again the girls sought relief in the expression not sanctioned by the grammar.
“Going to the Lodge?” said the Captain’s voice in Hinpoha’s ear a few days later, as she swung along the street. The Captain’s manner was decidedly diffident. He was not at all sure how she would treat him this time.
Hinpoha nodded companionably. “I’m going to practice with the handball,” she said energetically. “Come on, I’ll race you across the field.”
“That was great, wasn’t it?” she cried laughingly, as she stopped before the door, breathless, with her hair flying around her face.
“Say, give us a curl, will you?” begged the Captain, tugging at one that hung over the collar of her coat.
“Don’t be silly, Captain,” she said reprovingly. “You know I hate people who are sentimental.”
Hinpoha’s romance was a thing of the past.