"I don't understand this, girls," she continued. "I fear we have made
a mistake. This isn't the place I thought we were seeking. I must
confess that I am lost. But the real place can not be far away. We
shall have to walk from this on. Are you equal to it?"
"Not till I get thome food," answered Tommy with emphasis. "I'm
famithhed. I want thomething to eat."
"So do I, darlin'," added Crazy Jane. "But I don't see anything
hereabout that looks like food. Do you?"
Margery sat down helplessly. Harriet was smiling. She understood
something of the plans of the guardian now; yet, like her companions,
she was disappointed that the promised meal was not at hand. Miss
Elting recovered her composure quickly.
"We shall have to cook our own dinner, dears," she said. "Harriet, you
sit down in the sun and rest; we will take care of the meal-getting."
"You treat me as though I were an invalid. I am able to do my share of
the work, and to eat my share of the food, as you will see when we get
something cooked."
Jane already had run back toward the road to bring some dry sticks
that she had discovered when coming in. Miss Elting began opening the
packs.
"Oh, this is too bad!" she cried. "We must have left that coffee pot
with the other things out by the road.
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