We bid each other a hikers’ adieu. My Cleveland friends started right
home. Personally I’m not at all sure of them, even though Mr. Wilson is
a rugged pioneer. If they do not return soon, I hope The Cleveland Press
will send out an expedition.
As for me—well, don’t you worry about me, folks, I’m safe and happy
right here in bed with a hot pad around my knee. If anybody should care
to hire me to pack something back up the mountain tomorrow, I’ll
consider it for a million dollars. Not very seriously, though.