Murdo Girl…Small town bridge

Mom is having her bridge club over tonight. The ladies in the club take turns hosting and tonight is Mom’s turn. Sometimes I help her get everything ready. First, we set up card tables with four chairs to each table. I’ve been meaning to ask Mom what happens if she has one lady too many, or she’s one lady short.

I also put the mints and nuts out. I fill little glass serving dishes with them and set out little plates and little spoons. At halftime, Mom serves real dessert. She makes cream o cheese o cherry pie and lemon chiffon pie every time. Lemon chiffon pie isn’t like lemon meringue pie. Its fluffy and lemony. The player who is a dummy always has to get up and make coffee so it’s ready at halftime.

I always stay awake until the pies are gone. Mom doesn’t let me have mine until she knows she’s not going to need it. I’ve never gone without one piece of each kind, yet. I think some of the ladies fill up too much on nuts and mints.

From left: Harriet Parish, Marce Lillibridge, Florence Murphy, Marge Bork, Evelyn Johnson, and Mom

I listen to them talk while they play. Mom says you have to let your partner know what kind of cards you have. That sounds a little like cheating to me. You have to bid and pass and and smoke all at the same time. A couple of the women don’t smoke. They usually cough a lot. One time Mom and I drove past a nonsmoker’s house the day after they played bridge and we saw her dress and coat hanging outside on her porch. I know how she feels. By the time they all leave, the smoke haze has floated into my room and my eyes burn.

They manage to work a little gossip in while they play, but Mom says they have to be really careful because Murdo is a small town and it’s very hard to remember who everyone is related to. One time something was said that was pretty shocking. Mom said you could have heard a pin drop. Thankfully, the relative stayed quiet, but the next day, Mom called my aunt and a couple of other people and told them all about the “news” she heard.

Mom in the red dress, Harriet Parish in the black dress, Florence Murphy in a dress with a white collar, and Marge Sorenson by the fireplace. Pictures were probably taken by Elsa Peck. The bridge party was in her home.

The other thing that I was going to tell you about is how the ladies get all gussied up. If Kitty Reynolds is going to be there, they all try to wear a dress that she made for them. They usually look the best, anyway. They wear nylons and high heals. They also wear earrings, beads and sometimes bracelets. They all wear a different kind of perfume which about knocks you over when they first get there. You would think it would overcome the smoke, but it can’t. They come in smelling like perfume and go out smelling like smoke.

They all have a good time and I do, too. I’m never going to try to learn that game, but tomorrow, I’m going to ask Mom to show me a bridge trick.

Playing tricks is a measurement of trick-taking potential with your longest suit trumps. This is typically used when you have a 6+ card suit, such as for a preemptive bid, but can be applied any time.

Huh? Never mind…

I sure wish halftime would get here so I could have some pie…

Murdo Girl…Arf takes a trip

  • I’ll be posting reruns here and there while we get some projects completed before going on an RV trip. I thought you might like to go back to the first Arf story episode.

My pink frisbee just flew up the ramp and into the big truck. I ran to get it because that’s what dogs do. All of a sudden it got dark inside that truck. I sniffed around and found my frisbee, but I couldn’t see the door and the ramp. We were moving! Oh, no…we were moving and I was in the dark. I wanted to go home. Please…someone open the door so I can take my pink frisbee and go home.


My name is Arf and it looks like I’m moving with my people. Wait! my people aren’t moving. This truck was down the street. Someone else is moving. I wonder if they like dogs. I don’t think I know those people.

I usually don’t get out the front door. I wasn’t going to stay outside. I just wanted to see what was out there. I was getting ready to go back in when I lost my frisbee. I didn’t really lose it. A gust of wind blew it away.

Alf spent two days in the moving van. He was surrounded by box after box in the front, and several pieces of furniture were stacked clear in the back. As his eyes got used to the dark, he could see where he was going during the day, but it was pitch black during the two long nights.

I found a case of water that was different from any water I ever drank out of my bowl. When I bit into the bottle to get a drink, it fizzed all over the place. If this was my house, I would for sure be in trouble for getting the couch all wet. It was also too bad because I was thinking of spending the night on that comfy couch. There was no one there to scold me. I could do anything I wanted to. Anything except go home.

On the end of the 2nd day, the truck finally arrived at it’s destination.

It seemed like forever before the men opened the door. I didn’t know if I could trust them, so I stayed way in the back behind the wet couch. I can usually tell when a human likes me and when they don’t. I hoped they would go away soon. I was really hungry and I had to find a place to do my business.

couch in moving van 2

They didn’t like me. They yelled at me so I grabbed my frisbee and ran down the street. I ran and ran and ran until I was far away from there.

But where was I? All I could see was house after house and they all looked the same. I found a place to solve my first problem, but I still couldn’t find anything to eat. It felt like my stomach was hitting my backbone. I was getting weak.

Oh, No! I ran out of houses! I’m in a place where I can’t find one house. Should I go back? There’s a road. I guess I’ll keep going. I wish I knew how to fish. Dogs don’t eat garden stuff which doesn’t matter because I don’t know where I can find a garden. There’s water up ahead. I’ll drink some water and rest a while. Dogs take a lot of naps. I’ll take a nap.

When I woke up, I knew I had to find something to eat, but where? My people had always given me a bowl of food and a bone at night. How many nights had it been? There was nothing to do but keep on walking.

Soon I came to a place that had some animals that I had never seen before. Was that food they were eating? Would they share?

On the other side of the yard I saw a bird. I know what birds are, but this one was eating out of a big pan. Should I ask the polka dotted animals if I could have some of their food, or should I ask the bird? None of it looked like dog food, but beggars can’t be choosers and I know how to beg.

Murdo Girl…SeeYa in the city

This is a rerun of a very exciting day in the lives of Kip and Mary McNinch. (October 22, 2018)

We left our spot near New Haven, Connecticut yesterday morning and headed for Manhattan. The GPS said our new RV spot for the next couple of days was just a short ninety-eight miles away. We were pretty proud of the fact we had found a place that looked really close to everything we wanted to see.

It was a lovely drive. We navigated through some tricky places, and we were congratulating ourselves on our ability to remain calm and follow the GPS map… and the reassuring voice of the GPS lady we have come to trust. Less seasoned RV travelers could surely benefit from our obvious expertise, we decided.

Then…for some reason, we have yet to figure out, our GPS lady turned on us.

Kip: This place is in Jersey City, right? We’re supposed to exit in a couple of miles and head west through the Bronx. I figured we’d probably stay on 95 and go across George Washington Bridge and then down to New Jersey.

MG: Remember the other day when we thought the GPS lady didn’t know what she was doing so we didn’t follow her map and we got lost?

Kip: You’re right. She must know a better way.

A little while later…

Kip: I can’t possibly turn up that street! It’s too narrow and there are cars parked on both sides. I’m going to have to go straight!

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Mary: Wait! GPS is rerouting. That’s never a good sign. Haven’t we been on this street before? Watch out for the pedestrians!!!

Kip: What is that up ahead?

Mary: Let me look on the map. That’s the Queensbury Bridge. I think the GPS lady wants us to go across it.

After going around in circles to find a street that would accommodate us (never mind the Jeep we’re towing), going around a construction crew twice, and listening to two GPS ladies, (by this time, I had my cell GPS going too), we made it to the bridge that we hoped would get us closer to our destination…

Kip: We can’t go on this bridge!

Mary: What are you doing? We’re stopped on a very busy highway. We have to keep moving!!

GPS lady: Clearance violation! Clearance violation!!!


Kip: It says maximum clearance is eleven feet! We’re eleven feet and six inches!!

Mary: I think that bridge’s clearance looks higher than it says.

Kip: Me too!

GPS lady: Clearance violation!!

Kip and Mary: Shut up!!

Silence as we proceeded to go across the bridge…Both of us are ducking our heads. It had to be close, but we didn’t hear any “ripping off the roof” noises.


After we said, “Thank you, God,” we saw a tunnel up ahead. There was a guard waving at us to stop. Kip slowed down and managed to get his window open. The guy yelled something and Kip said, “No.” The guy nodded and we proceeded to go through the one and a half mile long Holland Tunnel. It dawned on me that all three dogs had disappeared with the cat. We later found them hiding under the table.

Mary: Did that guy ask if we had propane? (We do…)

Kip: Maybe…I couldn’t really hear him.

Silence…even both of the GPS ladies kept their mouths shut.


After getting through the tunnel without blowing up, we cautiously breathed a sigh of relief. We were on the New Jersey side. We made it to the less than beautiful, but absolute best RV spot ever. I will tell you why we love it so much when I write about yesterday afternoon and today…probably tomorrow.

Kip: Well at least we know we won’t blow up in a tunnel even though we have propane.

Me: I bet they’re trying to find us now. That guard is probably telling the authorities, “That guy had propane and lied about it!”

GPS lady: (I had accidentally hit the microphone on my cell and she thought I was trying to verbally ask for directions.) “I don’t know what to do with… that guy had propane and lied about it!”

Kip: Oh great! She’ll probably share that with Google…

So far, we have escaped the law. We plan to head out before dawn tomorrow. Stay off the streets of New York…

 nps means not my picture. I was busy when we encountered the bridges and tunnels…

Murdo Girl…Grandpa John comes home.

“What are you doing here, Brad?” Barbie wanted to know.

“I came to take you somewhere that I know you’ll enjoy, but first, you need to change into this. I’ll be back to get you in fifteen minutes.”

“Wait, Brad…I have no desire to go anywhere. I’m happy staying in my room, but thank you, anyway.”

“No one can be happy spending all their time holed-up in a bedroom. Please don’t argue with me, Barbie. I know this outing will be good for you,”

“Okay,” she sighed. “Come back in fifteen minutes.”

“Where are we?” Barbie asked. “And why am I wearing riding boots? Have you forgotten that I’m blind? There is no way I can get on a horse.”

“Sure you can. We are at an equestrian day camp. I’m told that you will be riding like a champ in no time.” Brad saw the frown on Barbie’s face. “Don’t scowl little sister. It’ll be fun. I promise. The fresh air will do you good. Come on. I want you to meet the instructor.”


Grandpa John didn’t want to stay at the ranch for even one night. It’s a good thing Dina and Jamie got the house all furnished and decorated. It was ready for him and Biff to move right into.

“Thanks for bringing me over here right away,” Grandpa John said. “I was nervous about moving out of the cabin and I know I wouldn’t have slept a wink not knowing where Biff and I will be living.”

“Not a problem,” Mark said. “I can understand wanting to get settled in as quickly as possible. I’m going to stay here with you until Clark can get here, and then he and Arf will spend the night with you. Arf will be staying here and working with you until you’re comfortable getting around on your own. I also want you to know you have two telephones that should be pretty easy to get to.”

Back at the ranch, Clark was loading Katie, Annie and Biff into the truck Brad had given him. They were headed over to Grandpa John’s house. Mark would bring Annie and Katie back to the ranch, but Katie wanted to see where she used to live.

Annie: This really is a super duper family. I love everyone and everyone seems to love Arf and me. I’m sure they’ll all get used to Biff, too. The only human I’m having a hard time getting used to is Jamie’s dad, Mr. Langford. He says things in a funny way. Like, “Don’t beat around the bush,” and “bite the bullet.” He’s always saying someone has a chip on their shoulder. (I think he’s seeing things.) Jamie said people like him are why aliens won’t speak to us. She said it in a loving way, though.

Jamie says she’s happy her mother, Mrs. Langford, is getting to be friends with Miss Bessie. Since Grandma Helen moved to the farm, Miss Bessie has a lot of people to cook for, especially since they’ll be bringing food to Grandpa John, too. Mr. Langford says they’ve got a big plate to say grace over, but I’ve never seen it.

That night, after supper, Brad and Jamie were sitting on the porch having coffee.

“Did Barbie enjoy her day at the equestrian camp?” Jamie asked.

“She did fine. I think she was a little surprised that her instructor was twelve years old. Nancy has been blind from birth and she has never known any other kind of life. Barbie was sixteen when she lost her sight. I’m not sure which would present more challenges.”

Jamie pondered that for a minute. “And now we have Grandpa John who lost his sight at the age of eighty. Does Barbie know about Grandpa, yet?”

“I don’t think so, she hasn’t shown much interest in anything that’s going on around here.”

“I know.” Jamie laughed. “Dad said she’s a hard dog to get off the porch.”

“He’s right. I’m hoping learning to ride will give her a little more self confidence. Speaking of dogs, Arf and Annie are spread a little thin. Annie is watching over Katie while Arf is working with Grandpa John plus she has really been Clark’s dog. What about our little Jake? He needs his own dog to love. We don’t have a shortage of people around here, but maybe we need more dogs.”

“I don’t think Arf and Annie would like that,” Jamie said. “It’s bad enough they have to deal with old Biff. What about a kitten? I can’t believe this ranch doesn’t have any cats.”

Annie: I had been taking a little nap by Brad’s chair when I heard them talking about cats. I decided I’d rather go watch squirrels out the window.

Brad looked down to where Annie had been sleeping. “Where did Annie go? She was just right here.”

“I think she misses Arf,” Jamie said. “Those two are best buds.”

All is calm and all is bright at the Humboldt ranch. At least for the moment…

Murdo Girl…The slob and bellwether

Edith and Frank were the perfect pair.

Frank was bald and Edith had hair.

You’ve heard the phrase, “opposites attract?”

Well, I’m here to tell you that is a fact.

They went to different schools together.

Frank was a slob, Edith a bellwether.

Edith was the cream of the crop.

Ralph was boring…a real social flop.

Ralph was shy and unassuming.

Like a shaggy dog, he needed some grooming. 

He’s wearing a wig

Edith had talents that were quite impressive.

Poor Ralph… was seldom expressive.

While still just kids, they lost touch with each other.

But neither had ever married another.

How did Edith and Ralph find true love?

It came on the wings of a mourning dove.

Awakened by a soft cooing sound,

Edith listened and became spellbound.

Outside, the weather was daunting.

But she had to see what sounded so haunting.

When the bird flew away, Edith wanted inside.

The door wouldn’t open no matter how hard she tried.

In her wisdom she decided the door must be locked

so she knocked and she knocked and she knocked.

(And she knocked)

It had slipped Edith’s mind that she lived alone.

She was confused.. like you.. who are reading this poem.

Anyway, Ralph left his home to go buy bread.

He should have turned right but he turned left instead.

He saw a vision of beauty walking down the road.

He stepped on the brake and the car slowed.

“You look cold,” he said. “Would you like a ride?

I’ll open the door and you can get inside.”

Edith knew not to ride with strangers.

Her mother had warned her of all the dangers.

(It was dark and several years had passed by.

They no longer recognized their different school tie.)

She walked all the way home but Ralph stayed close behind,

And that gave Edith real piece of mind.

By the time Edith got safely to her abode,

Both  knew in their hearts true love flowed.

Edith and Ralph the slob and bellwether,

married and grew old together.

Every morning and night they gaze up above

and hear the soft coo of their mourning dove.


Murdo Girl…Things work out for the best

By the time Miss Bessie had driven Katie, Mrs. Langford, and Annie back to the ranch, Katie seemed to be doing fine. She and Annie had cuddled up in the back seat and when Mrs. Langford looked back at them, she smiled and told Miss Bessie the two were fast asleep.

Miss Bessie and Mrs. Langford were wiped out when they got home

“I’ll find Dina right away and tell her what happened, but I think Katie is going to be okay, don’t you?” Miss Bessie asked.

“She’s going to be just fine, but I do hope Arf comes back soon. I have an idea for another performance involving Clark, Katie, Annie and Arf. We never did take our musical to the senior centers like we had planned, you know.”

That evening, after supper, everyone gathered in the great room to visit and have dessert. Once again, Barbie had declined to join them. Brad decided it was time to find out what was going on. He decided he would talk with her first thing in the morning. In the meantime, he had another announcement to make.

“Listen up everyone, I have some good news. I got a call from Grandpa John today. We talked for a long time and came up with a plan that we’re both excited about.”

“Clark was on his feet. “What is this all about? Is Grandpa John Okay?” Clark didn’t know whether to be worried or excited.

“I’ll get right to the point,” Brad said. “Most of you have been to the house down the road that was once owned by Steve and Dina. Well, I recently had the opportunity to buy the place. I was intending to fix it up, and keep it in case they changed their minds and decided they wanted to live there, but now, Steve is happy at the farm and Dina is going to remain here for a while. Anyway, as I talked with Grandpa John, I could tell he was beginning to face the reality of being blind. He knows how much he’s going to have to depend on his buddies to get him to doctors appointments and run other errands. He also knows that Arf won’t always be there to help him. He’s agreed to move into the little house down the road and of course, he’s bringing Biff with him.”

Clark could hardly contain his excitement. “I can’t believe you’re doing this for my grandpa, Brad. I will love having him close by even though he’ll have to give up his little recording studio, it’s totally worth it.”

“Oh he’s not going to have to give it up. There is a nice little shop on the property. We’ll move all of Grandpa John’s equipment there. Mark is going to start loading it up in his truck and trailer and Jamie and I are going to drive up there this weekend and finish packing what Grandpa John wants to bring with him. Then we’ll bring him to his new home.”

“Will Arf live with Grandpa John?” Katie asked.

“He’ll be staying with him until he gets used to the new house and surroundings, honey,” Jamie said. “But he’ll be close to the ranch so you’ll be able to spend a lot of time with him.”

“That’s right.” Dina added. “We can stop by there when I bring you home from school.”

“That’s okay,” Katie said. “Grandpa John needs him. I’m okay now. Besides, Clark said I could borrow Annie. She can even sleep in my room.”

I’ve gotten kind of attached to this blue frisbee. Do you think Arf will notice?
I can’t wait to get home and play with my blue frisbee

Annie: I’m really happy that Arf is coming home, although I wouldn’t want him to know that. A dog sure does have to be flexible around here, but at least we feel wanted and needed…and then there’s the big bones. That lazy dog, Biff will even like those.

How many more miles?

Arf: I’m really happy that Grandpa Jim is moving close to the ranch. I heard him say he had wanted to stay here in the cabin because he couldn’t see himself living in a mansion. It’s really not that bad.

The next morning, Brad knocked on Barbie’s door. At first he didn’t think she was going to answer, but then the door slowly opened. His sister did not look happy. Even when she found out it was her twin brother standing there.. What she didn’t know, was that the things he had brought to her would change her life.

Murdo Girl…Halloween is coming

Halloween is coming and I need a good disguise. I’m going to a party and I want to win the prize.

I spent all day shopping. I’m running out of time. My look went from ridiculous to sublime.

I tried on every wig in every store in town. Should I be a queen or should I be a clown?

Should I be a blond, a redhead or brunette? Dress as a rag muffin or as part of the jet set?

I just heard on the news… there will be no trick or treating. There won’t be clever costumes…or candy to be eating.

Let’s plan a virtual party. Are you up to the task? We’ll dress up in our costumes, but we won’t need a mask.

If that idea doesn’t fly, I’ll have to entertain myself. I’ll take down the video that’s been sitting on a shelf.

I’ll make a costume with two heads right before your eyes. When I’m finished dressing up. I’ll give myself first prize.

Halloween 2017

Murdo Girl…Riding with Miss Bessie

Off they went! Annie was in the backseat and Miss Bessie drove while Mrs. Langford, who later said, “Had I only known,” road shotgun.

“I can’t bear the thought of poor little Katie not being able to get up from her desk and walk. What on earth would cause this to happen after all the hard work she and Arf put in? She has come so far.”

“Please, Miss Bessie, watch the road and slow down,” Mrs. Langford begged. “We must get there in one piece. When was the last time you drove?”

They got to the school in record time and when they reached Katie’s classroom, they found her still sitting at her desk. Her teacher, Ms Andrews, was there, but it appeared that all of the other students were at lunch. Katie looked both frightened and sad. When she saw the threesome enter the classroom, she burst into tears.

“Excuse me ladies,” Miss Andrews said. “Your dog cannot be in the classroom or, for that matter, anywhere inside the school.”

“Oh but she must be here,” Miss Bessie said in earnest. “Annie is Katie’s therapy dog.”

“No she isn’t, Katie argued, “Arf is my therapy dog.”

“Well Arf doesn’t happen to be here right now and Annie is sort of related to him, so it’s entirely possible that she can be of some help. You do know that Arf will be back soon don’t you, Katie?” Miss Bessie kept talking so Ms Andrews couldn’t offer more objections to Annie being there.

Meanwhile, Annie went to Katie’s side and sat there while lifting her paw like she had seen Arf do so many times when therapy was to begin.

“I love you Annie,” Katie said, “but you’re not my Arf.” Annie made a little whining sound, but continued to sit there with her paw held up. Her whole body was poised to try and help Arf’s Katie.

Katie wipped her tears with her hand and looked at Miss Bessie and Mrs. Langford. “I’m afraid to try without my Arf, but I will because I know he would want me to. He wouldn’t want Annie to feel bad would he?”

“No he wouldn’t.” Miss Bessie said. Mrs Langford and the teacher were both dabbing tears with a tissue. “Don’t be afraid. You know your legs are strong, honey. It’s your big heart that’s hurting. Arf will be back, and my guess is that it will be really soon. I also believe you are his favorite human and he misses you, too.”

Annie: Katie turned in her chair and faced me. She put her hand on my head and slowly stood. The whole room was quiet. The humans were all waiting to see her take a step. Would she try? Finally, a look of determination replaced the look of fear on her face and she tentatively too a step. “One, two, three, four, five, six,” she counted as she took six more steps. It was just like that first night, when after so many years of not walking, she and Arf had shown the family what they had worked so hard to accomplish. Katie had been so determined to walk six steps.

I knew now that all I had to worry about was getting back in that car with Miss Bessie at the wheel. Oh well, I thought. Even Arf can’t drive.

Murdo Girl…Happy Birthday Church Lady

I’d like to take a moment today to wish you a Happy Birthday.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you.

I really shouldn’t plagiarize. Legal problems might arise.

For if I land myself in jail. I fear no one would pay my bail.

Alas this poem is about thee. It would be rude to mention me.

Once described as quite studious. You are now the absolute hootiest

Your friends would readily agree to trust you with the church’s key.

Your singing is quite delightful. Your driving can uhoh be frightful.

It’s a shame to cover up that smile, but your mask is always in style.

You seem to reside in Friendsville. I never see you standing still.

Where do you get the energy? You must just chew on celery.

Nary a hair is out of place. You display such love and grace.

I just might hit delete. You’re too neat, fun, cute and sweet

Promise not to be mean, steal my crown, and be a Queen

Murdo Girl…Chipping in

“I thought age was just a number,” Mrs. Langford said. “Everybody fibs. I’ve changed my date of birth on everything from my mother’s Bible to the beautifully framed family tree my cousin gave to me. Even I began to wonder if I was looking young or old for my age. One day I realized it had to stop.”

Annie: I was lying by the stove in the kitchen while listening to Miss Bessie and Jamie’s mother, Mrs. Langford, visit over coffee. I wanted to tell them they should count their blessings that they didn’t have to multiply their age by seven like we dogs do.

“What made you realize you had to quit lowering your age?” Miss Bessie asked. “By the way, whatever your age is, you certainly don’t look it.”

“Why thank you…I think. It finally dawned on me that I was about to be younger than my daughter and that’s just not right.”

Annie: Good grief…this is just weird. I would never tell Arf this, but I miss him a bunch. Everytime I see one of his beat-up frisbees lying around, I start to slobber. (I whine a little bit when I’m really upset, but dogs don’t cry like humans.)

Here comes Brad. He looks happy.

“Good morning, ladies. Mrs. Langford…what a nice surprise. You aren’t usually up and around this early. Will Mr. Langford be joining you?”

“Not right away, I hope. He only speaks in riddles and cliches, you know. I love the man, but one more cliche might break the camel’s back.”

“Well, I just got some great news,” Brad informed them as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Jamie and Clark don’t even know yet, but they’ll be excited.”

Brad walked over to the table, put his coffee cup down, and picked up the paper.

“Brad Humboldt, you tell us right now what you’re talking about.” Miss Bessie was not going to be left hanging.

“I don’t think it would be very nice of me to spill the beans before I talk with Jamie and Clark. I’ll just say this. Be here for dinner tonight….Right now I’ve got to go help my wife run this ranch.”

“I’m sure Mrs. Langford doesn’t appreciate your saying, ‘spill the beans,’ and as for being here for dinner, I cook your dinner. Be careful Mr. Humboldt, I just might ‘cook your goose.’ Sorry, I couldn’t stop myself.” Miss Bessie quickly poured Brad another cup of coffee. He grinned from ear to ear before heading out to find Jamie and Jake.

Annie: This bit of news or should I say lack thereof really put a scowl on Miss Bessie’s face. Even Mrs. Langford struggled to let the awkward moment pass. The phone rang and saved us. Miss Bessie jumped up to catch it. She loves to answer the phone.

When she hung up, she asked go find Dina. Apparently it was Katie’s school who called to tell Dina she must come to the school at once. Katie said she couldn’t get up from her desk without falling. She refused to even try.

“I talked with Dina earlier,” Mrs. Langford said. “She planned to run some errands after taking Katie to school. She’s not here.”

“We’ll, since Brad and Jamie are off doing chores somewhere, I guess I’ll just have to dust off the old car and go get Katie myself. Come on! You two are going with me!” Miss Bessie grabbed her hat and off she went with Mrs. Langford and Annie right behind her.”