“And me, too,” said Elizabeth, not a whit abashed that she had been one of the party which Landis saw fit to criticise.
“Oh, yes,” was the reply, “But I suppose you were forced into it.”
“I wasn’t forced into it,” Elizabeth replied. “Indeed, I was glad to go. It was like a little picnic out there under the tree—”
“With two crying babies?”
“They did not cry after we went out. And the woman whom you laugh at was very agreeable. The wait did not seem at all long. It was rather like a pleasant party.”
“Well, tastes differ,” was the reply. “I am glad you enjoyed it. I’m sure I should not. Come, Min, don’t you think we had better pick our steps back?”
“Walk as you please. The great Hokee Bokee Chief of the Night Hawks has taken the scalp of the pale-faced scout,” shouted Mary Wilson, jumping to her feet and, seizing the false fronts, she waved them madly in the air while she executed a war-dance.
“Give them back to Azzie,” said Mame. “Sometime early to-morrow morning you will find that the pale-faced scout is close on Azzie’s trail.”
Azzie took the trophies in her hand, examining them critically. “To-morrow I intend to go in and call upon her. I know she’ll have a towel bound around her head.”
The girls were about to depart when Mame Welch exclaimed, “There, I almost forgot! Anna Cresswell has been invited down to Gleasonton to visit at the Senator’s. Mrs. Gleason is arranging quite a party of Exeter girls as soon as they can have a free Saturday.”