“Ho, I know what that means!” put in Dumplin’, his mouth full of wheat cakes.
“What what means?” the rest demanded.
“P-p”—he swallowed hard, and then got it out—“posthumous.”
“Well, what does it mean?”
“It means something that comes after you’re dead. If a man writes a book that ain’t printed till he’s dead, it’s a posthumous book.”
“My son,” said Mr. Stone, “I am proud of you.”
“Not to say surprised at him,” the doctor laughed.
Dumplin’ grinned triumphantly, and reached out for more cakes.
“Well, what was its p-p-posthumous name?” Bennie demanded.
“They call the mountain Mount Mazama. You see, there’s a famous club of mountaineers in Portland, who are called the Mazamas, and that’s why the name was given to this vanished peak.”