[This level of heat should not exist. Mabel's discarded her sweater and is lying on the floor of the wagon, trying to move as little as possible. Unfortunately, each jolt of the wagon on the bumpy trail jostles her and reminds her (painfully) that her skin is starting to stick to the wood. She groans every time this happens, which is a lot, and she gets louder each time. Someone please shut her up or throw water on her or something.]
Tuesday
[The river is a welcome sight after the heat, and even though the weather has improved since Sunday, swimming doesn't sound like a bad idea. You can find Mabel dipping her feet in the water (the current looks a wee bit fast for her to completely wade in), or, if you're in her wagon party, she might ask you how they plan on getting across with] Are we gonna ford the river? I wanna ride an ox!
Any day after Tuesday, because she will ask every day
[Okay, it's been a few days since they left Independence, and the trip's novelty has completely worn off. Now it's just day after monotonous day of riding in the wagon, stopping occasionally to eat or rest the oxen. She finally begins wandering from wagon to wagon in the train, asking the same question:]
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[This level of heat should not exist. Mabel's discarded her sweater and is lying on the floor of the wagon, trying to move as little as possible. Unfortunately, each jolt of the wagon on the bumpy trail jostles her and reminds her (painfully) that her skin is starting to stick to the wood. She groans every time this happens, which is a lot, and she gets louder each time. Someone please shut her up or throw water on her or something.]
Tuesday
[The river is a welcome sight after the heat, and even though the weather has improved since Sunday, swimming doesn't sound like a bad idea. You can find Mabel dipping her feet in the water (the current looks a wee bit fast for her to completely wade in), or, if you're in her wagon party, she might ask you how they plan on getting across with] Are we gonna ford the river? I wanna ride an ox!
Any day after Tuesday, because she will ask every day
[Okay, it's been a few days since they left Independence, and the trip's novelty has completely worn off. Now it's just day after monotonous day of riding in the wagon, stopping occasionally to eat or rest the oxen. She finally begins wandering from wagon to wagon in the train, asking the same question:]
Wanna play I Spy?