"Ouch!" she cried, "I've hurt my thumb. I can't hit where I look
when people are talking."
"Why don't you pin them up?" queried Miss Blake, sweetly. "A
hammer is so dangerous."
Mrs. Keap mumbled something, but her enunciation was indistinct,
owing to the fact that her thumb was in her mouth. Helen finished
tying a bow of ribbon upon the leg of a stool, patted it into
proper form, then said:
"It looks cheerful."
"And restful," added Jean.
"I think a gymnasium should be restful, above all things," agreed
Helen. "Most of them are so bare and strenuous-looking they give
one a headache." She spied a Whiteley exerciser fastened against
the wall, the one bit of gymnastic apparatus in the room. 'Oh,
the puller!' she cried. "I mustn't forget the puller!" She
selected a pink satin ribbon, and tied a chic bow upon one of the
wooden handles. "There! We can let him in now."
"Oh dear!" Jean descended from her precarious position and
admitted, "I'm tired out."
All that morning the three had labored, busily transforming the
store-room into training-quarters for Speed, who had declared
that such things were not only customary but necessary.
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