Emma’s companions agreed with her, but Stacy did not. He said that timid girls like Emma might be afraid to climb to the top of Electric Peak, but that men felt no such fears.
“Of course you do not include yourself in that group,” answered Emma without even looking towards Stacy. “A little more electrifying might do you good.”
“I’ve got too much electricity already. I’m full of it,” averred Stacy, sitting up. “When I get back to Chillicothe, Missouri, I’m going to rent myself out to the traction company to furnish power for the street cars, I am.”
“Don’t do it,” begged Emma. “You surely would fall off your trolley so often that the line would be perpetually blocked.”
Groans greeted Emma’s retort.
“I am amazed at you, Emma,” reproved Grace.
“And I blush for you,” added J. Elfreda Briggs.
“Blush for Chunky. He cannot do it for himself,” retorted Emma. “What are we to do—go up or down or remain where we are?”
Grace suggested that they descend and spend the night where they had camped the previous might.
“What! Get caught between a couple of sizzlers as we did last night?” demanded Chunky.