"Who would like a bite to eat with her coffee?" interrupted the
guardian. "Tommy, would you like to have a biscuit?"
"Oh, no, thank you."
"I would," declared Margery.
"Yeth. Buthter ith never thatithfied. Thhe is always hungry," taunted
Tommy.
"And you've got over your scare," added Jane significantly.
The guardian set out some biscuits and lumps of sugar on a piece of
paper. The condensed milk was not brought. Everyone with the
exception of Harriet and Tommy was possessed of keen appetites after
their trying experiences. Janus, too, ate three biscuits and drank
three cups of strong coffee.
"Better have some," he urged, glancing at Harriet, who had refused the
coffee.
"I guess Harriet is ill, too," suggested Margery.
"I wish to sleep to-night. I shouldn't sleep a wink were I to drink
that black stuff, nor will you."
"You watch us and see," chuckled Margery.
"Tommy, how did you come to get over the edge?" questioned the
guardian, now that the little girl had begun to feel better.
"You certainly cannot blame our enemy for this accident," declared Jane.
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