one expectant bride with a case of incipient nerves; one white-faced serving-maid with menstrual cramps; four slightly inebriated Scotsmen—and one Frenchman in similar condition—who wandered in and out of camp like bears and were not going to be any help whatever in packing up this evening...
Home. I was home,on the Ridge. A door banged open below,and the racket died abruptly,succeeded by a scuffle of flight,accompanied by muffled giggling. "Mmmphm!" said Mrs. Bug's voice,grimly satisfied at having routed the rioters. The door closed,and the clank of wood and clang of...