"There isn't a dry piece of cloth in the place," complained Margery,
after examining the line of blankets and clothing. "What are we going
to do?"
"Sit up until the blankets, at least, have dried out," answered Jane.
"They are nearly dry now. See! Harriet is doing something to them.
What are you trying to do, darlin'?"
"Spread out some blankets on the ground and I'll show you," answered
Harriet laughingly. "It is an Indian trick I learned a long time ago."
The girl had placed some large, round stones in the fire, heating them
to a point that caused them to sizzle when a drop of water came in
contact with them. Poking three of these heated stones from the fire
Harriet rolled them in one of the gray army blankets. She did the same
with other blankets; then, passing from one to another, watched closely
for the odor of burning cloth. Only one blanket had to be opened to
permit the stones to cool off a little. For a full half hour these
heated stones were permitted to remain in the blankets. Then, upon
unrolling, the blankets were found to be dry and warm and ready for use
for the night.
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