Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders in the High Sierras
Josephine Chase
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(Transcript, Jan. 11, 2016)
Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders in the High Sierras by Josephine ChaseâWho is this Stacy Brown that you girls are speaking of?â questioned Emma Dean as the Overland girls sat down to dinner in Grace Harloweâs hospitable Haven Home.âHe is my Hippyâs nephew,â Nora Wingate informed her. âYou will like âChunky,â as he is known to his friends, and I promise you that he will keep this outfit from getting lonely,â added Nora laughingly.âHe was one of the members of the Pony Rider Boysâ outfit,â volunteered Grace. âYou know we have heard of them several times on our journeyings. They used to go out in search of adventure every summer, so Stacy is a seasoned campaigner. We shall need him where we are going, too.ââBy the way, where are we going, Grace?â spoke up Elfreda Briggs. âI believe our destination is to be in the nature of a surpriseâa mystery, as it were.ââI just dote on mysteries,â bubbled Emma. âOf course I could have learned all about it had I not been too conscientious.ââThat is characteristic of your sex,â replied Hippy Wingate soberly. âMay I ask you how you could have found out?ââI thank you for the compliment, and regret exceedingly that I cannot return the compliment in kind. How could I have found out? Why, by the transmigration of thought.ââThe what?â cried Elfreda laughingly. âIs this some new freak, Emma Dean?ââIt may be new with me, but the principle is as old as the ages. I belong to the Society for the Promotion of Thought Transmigration. Our great and Most Worthy Master lives in Benares, India, where numbers of the faithful journey for instruction and inspiration once every two years.ââDo you mean to say that you belong to that fool outfit?â wondered Hippy.âI am happy to say that I do. I joined last winter, and, novice that I am, I have realized some remarkable results,â replied Emma.âNora, we ought to take her to a specialist before we start on our journey. It wonât do to have a crazy person with us. She might get us into no end of trouble,â suggested Hippy.âHumph! Iâd much prefer to be crazy than to have a bungalow head,â retorted Emma scornfully.âA bungalow head?â exclaimed the girls.âYes. A bungalow has no upper story, you know.â