"But, Mith Elting, couldn't I fix it the
night before and thleep in it?"
"Certainly not! How can you suggest such a thing?"
Tommy twisted her face out of shape and blinked solemnly at Margery,
whose chin was in the air. They were all hurrying now, for their
morning bath had given them keen appetites. Miss Elting was first to
be ready, then Harriet, but they waited until their companions were
dressed and ready to go.
"The Indian lope to the breakfast tent," announced Miss Elting.
"Forward, go!"
The girls started off at an easy though not particularly graceful
lope, the guardian and the Torch Bearer setting the pace for the rest.
They arrived at the cook tent with faces flushed and eyes sparkling,
with a few moments to spare before the moment for marching in arrived.
The Chief Guardian smiled approvingly.
"Sleeping out on the bay appears to agree with you girls," she said.
"I have no need to ask if you slept well."
"Harriet is the restless one," answered Jane.
Harriet flushed in spite of her self-control; but no special
significance was attached to Jane's remark, for it was seldom that she
was taken seriously.
Harriet, after recovering from her momentary confusion, chuckled and
laughed, very much amused over what had made no impression at all on
her companions.
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