Chapter 25: XXIII

XXIII The Basket Social Yet, pardner, we are dull and old, With paltry hopes and fears, Beside those rangers gay and bold, Far riding down the years! Badger Clark “Why, Cogewea!” exclaimed Mary, as they hurriedly prepared for the longed-for social the following evening. “Are you taking two baskets—the canoe and that other fancy—” Cogewea spoke in an undertone to her sister, who laughed musically, but said nothing. Soon everything was packed and the girls…