The Camp Fire Girls Do Their Bit - Or, over the Top with the Winnebagos by Hildegard G. (Hildegard Gertrude) Frey
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stood beside her.
Sahwah shook her head. "No talking in the ranks!" came the stern order from up front. Hinpoha subsided. "R-r-r-i-g-h-t D-r-r-e-s-s!" Heads whirled to the right as though turned by a single screw, and bent-up left elbows pressed stiffly into neighboring ribs. "F-r-r-o-n-t!" Heads whirled back and arms straightened out at sides as though released by a spring. "R-r-i-g-h-t D-r-e-s-s!" Heads and arms repeated their swift motions. "Hold it! _Hold_ it!" rasped the voice. "Who said _'Front?'_ Here, Redhead!" Hinpoha hastily resumed the position she had abandoned too soon. "Now, FRONT! Again, RIGHT DRESS! FRONT! R-r-r-e-a-d-y! M-a-r-r-k t-i-m-e, M-a-h-k! One-two-three-four! F-or-r-d HUNCH! Wake _up_ there, Redhead!" |
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