“You are both wrong and right, Hippy Wingate. I stand on what I said a few moments ago, that you made an excellent suggestion,” declared Miss Briggs. “I did not mean that your title was wholly good, for it isn’t.”
“Awful,” interjected Emma Dean.
“For the love of goodness, give our legal talent a chance,” begged Hippy, frowning at Emma.
“Hippy mentioned the Rough Rider Patrol, which gave me the idea for a name that I think will grow upon you as you sleep over it.”
“Not on Hippy. Only snores follow in the wake of Morpheus when he’s headed in my direction,” retorted the lieutenant.
“Elfreda, what is your suggestion?” asked Grace.
“My suggestion is that we be known as Grace Harlowe’s Overland Riders!”
“No, no!” protested Grace. “Give some one else a chance. Why not as well call us Lieutenant Wingate’s Overland Chasers?”
“Grace Harlowe’s Overland Riders! That’s the name. Yip, yip, yeow!” shrilled Emma Dean.
“Look out, she’s going to do the fainting act again,” warned Hippy sharply, whereat Emma subsided.