They were ` shacking out ' to put up some hay and Mrs. Hopkins was keeping house for them . She wanted me to stop and have a cup of tea right off , but I thought of you , Phil , and declined . As soon as they heard of our predicament those lovely men got their two biggest horses and came right with me . '' It was not long before our democrat was on solid ground once more , and then our rescuers insisted that we go back to the shack with them for the night . Accordingly we drove back to the shack , attended by our two gallant deliverers on white horses . Mrs. Hopkins was waiting for us , a trim , dark-haired little lady in a very pretty gown , which she had donned in our honour . Kate and I felt like perfect tramps beside her in our muddy old raiment , with our hair dressed by dead reckoning -- for we had not included a mirror in our baggage . There was a mirror in the shack , however -- small but good -- and we quickly made ourselves tidy at least , and Kate even went to the length of curling her bangs -- bangs were in style then and Kate had long , thick ones -- using the stem of a broken pipe of Mr. Hopkins 's for a curler . I was so tired that my vanity was completely crushed out -- for the time being -- and I simply pinned my bangs back . Later on , when I discovered that Mr. Lonsdale was really the younger son of an English earl , I wished I had curled them , but it was too late then . He did n't look in the least like a scion of aristocracy . He wore a cowboy rig and had a scrubby beard of a week 's growth . But he was very jolly and played the violin beautifully . After tea -- and a lovely tea it was , although , as Kate remarked to me later , there was no ham -- we had an impromptu concert . Mr. Lonsdale played the violin ; Mrs. Hopkins , who sang , was a graduate of a musical conservatory ; Mr. Hopkins gave a comic recitation and did a Cree war-dance ; Kate gave a spirited account of our adventures since leaving home and mother ; and I described -- with trimmings -- how I felt sitting alone in the democrat in a mud-hole , in a pouring rain on a vast prairie . Mrs. Hopkins , Kate , and I slept in the one bed the shack boasted , screened off from public view by a calico curtain . Mr. Lonsdale reposed in his accustomed bunk by the stove , but poor Mr. Hopkins had to sleep on the floor . He must have been glad Kate and I stayed only one night . * * * * * The fourth morning found us blithely hitting the trail in renewed confidence and spirits . We parted from our kind friends in the shack with mutual regret .
Mr. Hopkins gave us a haunch XXXXX jumping deer and Mrs. Hopkins gave us a box of home-made cookies .
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