" So Hortense packed her things and joined
her friend for a brief sojourn in sight of the Great Smokies.
Thus, when Medora herself went forth to meet the spring
among the sand-hills, she had only Carolyn and the other members
of her domestic staff. Yet no simplest week-end without a
guest or so, and she asked Cope to accompany them.
"You need it," she told him bluntly; "--you need a change,
however slight and brief. You are positively thin. You make me
wish that thesises----"
"Theses," Cope corrected her, rather spiritlessly.
"----that theses, then, had never been invented. To speak
familiarly, you are almost 'peaked.'"
Cope, with the first warm days, had gone back to the blue
serge suit of the past autumn, and he filled it even less well than
before. And his face was thin to correspond.
"Besides," she went on, "we need you. It will be a kind of
camping-out for a day or two--merely that. We must have your
help to pitch the tent, so to speak, and to pick up firewood, and
to fry the bacon.... And this time," she added, "you shall not
have that long tiresome trip by train. There will be room in the
car.
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