Of all
this Harriet was unaware. When she awakened she found dry clothing
laid out for her to put on. The same had been done for Grace, who was
still sleeping soundly. Harriet shook the little girl awake.
"It is nearly night, dear," she said. "How do you feel?"
Tommy blinked several times before replying. "How do I feel? Not tho
wet ath I did latht night. I thmell thupper!" exclaimed Tommy, sitting
up suddenly.
"I told you it was nearly night. Let's go out and see the girls. How
good they all are to us!"
"I thuppothe they will all be looking at me and following me about ath
though I wath thome thort of curiothity," complained Grace.
"Of course you would not like that. It would embarrass you, wouldn't
it, Tommy?"
"It would embarrath me more if they didn't," answered Tommy honestly,
puckering her face into frowns and squinting up at Harriet so
whimsically that the older girl burst into a peal of merry laughter.
Instantly following the laugh, Jane's head was thrust through the tent
opening. The head was in disorder, for Jane had found no time to
attend to her hair. She had been working, which meant that she had
been accomplishing things, for Jane was a host in herself when it came
to work.
"Excuse the condition of my crowning glory, darlin's, but I couldn't
wait to comb it.
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