Harriet insisted that she did not wish
to be "babied," but, the guardian was firm. After tucking them in Mrs.
Livingston sat down on the edge of Tommy's cot and began asking her
questions, all of which Tommy answered volubly, Harriet now and then
offering objections to her companion's praise. In a few moments the
Chief Guardian was in possession of the whole story of the night's
experiences.
"You are the same brave Harriet that we came to know so well at our
camp in the Pocono Woods," said Mrs. Livingston. "There are not many
like you; but we shall speak of your achievements later. Now I will
draw the flap, and I do not wish to see it opened until sundown. I
know that I may depend upon you to obey orders."
Harriet nodded. "There is something I should like to ask. Did you see
anything of a sail boat in the bay this morning?"
"No. Why?"
"I saw one come in last night before the blow. It anchored in the
cove. They had put out their lights before coming in, which made me
wonder."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes, I know. I wondered if they had been blown ashore?"
"We should have known of it if such had been the case. But I can't
understand what a boat could be doing in here. This is a remote place
where people seldom come.
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