"Any port in a storm, you know." Hippy came in wet and dripping after caring for the ponies, with Hindenburg tucked safely under his coat.
"Reminds me of France," he exclaimed jovially.

"Say, children, may my Hindenburg sleep in your quarters to-night?
It will be warmer and more comfortable for him than in mine." "No!" shouted the Overland girls.
"He may sleep in the attic," suggested Emma.

"Otherwise, on the roof.
Hippy, why do you keep that animal around?
What is he good for except to eat and sleep ?" "Don't you malign my bull pup.

He is a watch dog, the best ever, and--" Hippy's remaining words were lost in the shout of laughter that interrupted him.
"Oh, Hippy, you are a scream," exclaimed Grace.

"You know very well that the only thing Hindenburg has watched since we started, is the food, and always he has watched for us to throw some of it to him.