“The funniest of all was when Slim fell over 155 backward into the lake,” said Sahwah from behind them.
“Funny for you, perhaps,” replied Katherine, who still was steeped in her indigoes, “but that was my skirt he had on. And he burst it open in three places. It’s ruined.”
“Cheer up,” said Sahwah. “Consider in what a good cause it perished. You’d have ruined it sooner or later anyhow, but minus the grand spectacle Slim made.”
“Maybe so,” grumbled Katherine, “but I was thinking that perhaps this one would escape the usual fate. I had a fondness for that skirt.”
“Then what did you let him take it for?” asked Hinpoha.
“I didn’t give it to him, Sahwah did,” replied Katherine.
“Well, you said I might,” retorted Sahwah, “and, anyway, I’m as badly off as you. Mine is finished, too.”
“Let’s not argue over it,” said Gladys hastily. “We’re getting as bad as the twins. We started the business, so let’s be game and not let the boys hear us say anything about the skirts.”
“All right,” said Sahwah, and the subject was dropped.
“What’s this?” asked Hinpoha, as they came to the top of the hill.