“That’s all you care for a two-hundred dollar wrap, but I know you didn’t forget that horrid pipe!” retorted she.
“I know I diden’, too, ’cause it’s goin’ in my mouth this minute!” chuckled Mr. Alexander, making his companions laugh.
“Call Dodo—stop her, this minute,” commanded Mrs. Alexander. “I must ask her if she took my bag. If she didn’t I’m going back for it!”
To pacify her, the cars stopped and Dodo was asked if she saw the bag that had held her mother’s evening wrap.
“No, but I thought I caught up one of Ma’s belongings,” Dodo called back. “When I got to the garage and turned the light on to see what I had saved I found it was a bed-pillow!”
A laugh greeted this reply, and Nancy then admitted: “I didn’t know what I was doing when I first jumped out of bed, but I intended getting my hair-brush and comb in case of need. When we got out on the street I found I had the cake of soap and the telephone pad that was kept on the stand beside the bed.”
“Well, Ma,” asked Mr. Alexander, as Dodo started her car again, “are you going to get out and go back for them things?”
“You are a bad cruel man, Ebeneezer Alexander, and I wonder that I could live with you as long as I have,” snapped his wife.
“I wonder at it myself,” chuckled the cheerful “cruel” man.
But they drove on and no more was said about the elaborate evening wrap that was lost in the earthquake that night.