“There!” said Hinpoha triumphantly. “You had a ‘token’ after all!”
And nobody could deny the fact.
“But if you’re not going to sell the land, as, of course, you won’t, there won’t be any use in burying Eeny-Meeny,” said Katherine in comical dismay.
“Eeny-Meeny wasn’t born to be buried in the ground,” said Gladys. “Once more she has been rescued on the brink of death. If she wants to stay with us as badly as all that, I think we might take her home and put her in the House of the Open Door.”
“I think,” said Nyoda with twinkling eyes, “that Eeny-Meeny obstinately refuses to be disposed of because she wants to stay with Katherine. Don’t you want to take her home with you, Katherine, for a good luck omen? She seems to bring good fortune to whoever has her. And she’ll keep you from getting lonely.”
So it was decided that Eeny-Meeny was to go 258 home with Katherine to Spencer, Arkansas, “to live with her and be her love,” as Katherine poetically expressed it.
With fêtes and feasts and celebrations of all kinds the last week passed, and almost before they knew it that time had actually come to pack up. Full of surprises as the summer had been, there was yet one more on the program. It came on the second last day. Going down to the beach in the morning for the bathing hour they saw, anchored out in the lake near the island, a good-sized steam yacht, splendid with the morning sun shining on her white sides and fluttering flags.
“Where did it come from?”
The twins were falling all over themselves with joy and pride. “It’s our yacht, the Sea Gull,” they shouted. “Did you have it come to take us home, Papa?”
“Not only you, but all these folks,” said the judge.