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Aldridge, Janet

"The Missing Pilot of the White Mountains"

You fell down, didn't you? But I let my foot catthh on a
nub. I knew it would pull you over. You made fatheth at me tho I
helped you to fall down. Oh, it wath funny!" Tommy laughed merrily.
"Grace Thompson! I am amazed!" exclaimed Miss Elting.
"Tho wath Mr. Januth. But I'm thorry, now. I won't do it again, if
you won't make fatheth at me."
"Well, I swum! Shake, little pardner! You got the best of Janus Grubb
that time, but his time will come."
"You've got to promithe," insisted Tommy.
"All right. I promise."
"Tho do I."
Peace had been declared, greatly to the relief of the rest of the
party, who did not know to what lengths Tommy Thompson might go to pay
the score she thought she had against the guide who had grinned at her
on seeing her in an unpleasant predicament that afternoon.
The meal finished, Janus went away to secure fresh fuel for the fire,
the girls in the meantime setting the camp to rights, which meant
spreading the blankets for the night and clearing away the dishes.
"There is one advantage about this kind of living," observed Hazel; "we
do not have any glassware to polish.


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