Lee had a close call too when he was pulled overboard, put in Skeets.
“Skeets” had provided them with appropriate costumes and they were so excited they could hardly talk.
The girls finished packing in silence and were ready to go down stairs when “Skeets” stuck his head in the door.
“The Skeets and the Bushees are still running south,” he cried at the two men, in shrill tones.
Foolish Abe of the Skeets followed far behind like a sheepish dog, uncertain whether to expect kick or caress.
“Foolish Abe” of the Skeets had edged out of the bush, the silence after the uproar of voices and conflict encouraging him.
She dropped the shrouding blanket from her shoulders, and he saw her now in the garb of the waif of the Skeets.