“We promise to see to it that your ward ever honors and obeys,” added Elfreda.
“I won’t do it,” retorted Stacy belligerently.
“I accept,” announced Emma, after slight hesitation. “I will exercise my new authority right now. Stacy, you look a fright. Go wash your face and comb your hair instantly.”
“I won’t do it!” challenged the fat boy.
“Run along like a good little boy,” urged Emma. “Here’s a nice piece of candy for you for being good,” persisted the girl mercilessly, the freckles on her frivolous little nose standing out more prominently than ever.
“Young man, did you hear what your guardian said?” demanded Hippy.
“I heard, but I won’t do it,” retorted Stacy stubbornly, whereupon Hippy led him by one ear to a pail of water, and stood by until his nephew had thoroughly washed his face and hands.
The Overlanders were convulsed with laughter, and Stacy’s face was red with humiliation.
“It’s too bad to treat him so,” declared Nora laughingly.
“No. It is what he needs,” answered Elfreda. “Stacy is getting his punishment, and, if I know his guardian, there is still more coming to him. Let’s go! I want to ride.”