You are shivering, aren't you"?
"I--I believe I am." Harriet got up and walked over to her companions.
She walked rather unsteadily, but they were too much upset themselves
to observe it. Tommy lay on a blanket with face buried in her arms,
sobbing, every fourth sob being a hysterical moan. Harriet sat down
beside the unhappy little girl, slipping an arm about her waist.
"It's all over now, honey. Don't cry."
"I'm thick! Pleathe give me thome--thome water."
"Water," called Harriet. "Is there any? If not, let Mr. Janus get
it, if he will."
"If she can wait a few moments we'll all have some hot coffee,"
answered the guide. But Tommy could not wait. She insisted on having
a drink of water, so the guide brought it to her. This seemed to take
the girl's mind from her recent fright, and lying on her back Tommy
Thompson gradually became quiet and surveyed the guide's coffee-making
through half-closed eyes.
"Do you think you can go to sleep?" asked Miss Elting, stooping over
the recumbent Tommy.
"Not until I get thome coffee," answered Tommy, gazing up soulfully
into the anxious face of the guardian.
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