"Why, Emma, how is that?" wondered Grace.
"I con-centrated on him, I did, and—"
"She did," glowed Nora, running forward to meet her husband.
"You should open an office when you get home," advised Miss Briggs. "Let me see, your business sign should read, 'Miss Dean, Imponderable Concentrator.'"
"Make all the fun you wish. I know now what I can do, and you know what I have done, only you folks are too stubborn to admit it." Emma elevated her chin and stamped around behind the barn out of sight.
After Hippy had embraced Nora and greeted the other girls he shook hands with the doctor, who had come to the cabin door to wave a hand at Hippy.
"They didn't get you after all, I see," chuckled the doctor.
Hippy grinned.
"Now you-all is back, Ah wants t' talk t' ye," said Jed.
"Just a minute, Jed. What's that, Doc?"