Have you two been croaking there all
night?"
"No, Jane, dear, we have not. We have been conversing for the past ten
or fifteen minutes. Previous to that time I was peeping over the edge
at Mr. Grubb, who is down there looking for Tommy's blanket. Still
farther back than that I was sound asleep. Miss Elting has been
reading me a lecture. It is your turn now."
Margery sat up at this juncture. She unrolled her blanket, flung it
aside, and, going to the wall, sank down against it, resting her still
heavy head in her hands.
"What's the matter with you, Margery?" questioned Jane.
"Matter?" complained Buster. "One might as well try to sleep in that
boiler factory at Meadow-Brook as in this camp."
"That's so, Little Sunshine; I agree with you. This is a dynamite as
well as a boiler factory, with an explosion twice, every day and at
least once in the night."
"Dynamite?" piped Tommy. "Where ith it?"
"There, you see! You have awakened every one of us except Hazel,"
complained Jane. "Now, go on talking and you'll waken her, too; then
we'll all be awake, and can think about cooking breakfast.
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