“I thought you’d be making excuses.”
Sherm was not to be bluffed. “Not much, hand it over, Chicken Little.”
“You never can get into it, Sherm.”
“What’ll you bet?”
“It’ll be too small around the waist.”
Dr. Morton stopped and Jane hastily slipped off the skirt, presenting rather a funny appearance herself with her habit basque and the blue lawn dress showing beneath. Sherm dismounted, turning Calico over to Ernest to hold. The entire party shouted when Jane reached up on tiptoe to throw the clumsy skirt over his head. Sherm neglected to hold it, and the shot in the hem promptly dropped it to the ground.
“Gee,” exclaimed Sherm, “the cranky thing seems to have a mind of its own.”
“I don’t know what the girls want to wear the pesky things for,” grumbled Ernest.
“They don’t want to wear them–but their pernickety 88brothers and fathers and husbands consider them modest,” Alice hit back promptly.
“I consider them very dangerous,” said Dr. Morton.