CHAPTER IX
SCALING THE HIGH CLIFFS
"Sit down, darlin's," commanded Jane, after the eager girls had reached
their campfire. "Sit down and make yourselves comfortable."
"For goodness' sake, tell us!" exclaimed Margery. "Can't you see we
are all just perishing with curiosity?"
"Yeth. I'm motht thuffocated from holding my breath," declared Tommy.
"But Buthter ith thuffocated hecauthe she ith tho fat. Don't you think
it ith awful to be tho fat, Mr. Januth?" She gazed, in apparent
unblinking innocence, at the solemn-faced guide, who answered with
twinkling eyes.
"I dunno, Miss. I never was fat. Never had time to eat enough to make
me fat."
"That ith too bad," answered Tommy sympathetically.
"Come, come, Jane, don't keep us in suspense. What did you find, or
didn't you find anything at all?" urged Miss Elting.
"Don't worry. I made a find, but you never could guess, if you lived a
thousand years, what I found. I couldn't have guessed it either. Nor
could Harriet, as sharp as she is. Now, listen, darlin's. I found--I
found--oh, if you knew how funny you all look! I found an old pair of
specs--spectacles.
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