How do you feel?" inquired Miss Elting.
"Well, Buthter hath a thore nothe," answered Tommy, speaking for her
companion in distress. "I have thkinned thoulderth and theveral
bruitheth. I don't know how Jane and Harriet feel."
"I feel as if I'd been run over by my own motor car," decided Jane
McCarthy.
"My arms and my feet are tired," admitted Harriet. "And, now that we
have discussed our miseries, let's think about supper. We shall all
feel better after a good meal and a rest. Here Margery." Harriet
spread a blanket, which Buster welcomed by promptly crawling over to it
and lying down. "The rock is awfully hard," she complained.
"Never mind, dearie; we'll pour some water on it and soften it for
you," comforted Jane McCarthy.
"Speaking of water, that reminds me: Where are we to get our water for
the coffee?" questioned Harriet.
"There's a spring on the other side of these rocks. There isn't much
water in it, but I reckon there will be enough for us. Never mind.
Don't you get it. Don't you go puttering around where you can't see,"
Janus warned.
A little blaze sprang up from the pile of sticks he had heaped and
fired with a match.
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