"
"Jane McCarthy, you can talk more and say less than any person I ever
knew," exclaimed Margery petulantly.
"I agree with you, Little Sunshine. I agree with every word you have
said this morning, and I'm going to come right over there and kiss you
for your sweetness. Isn't she good-natured, and so early in the
morning, too?" laughed Jane, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
A shout of laughter greeted Crazy Jane's naive words. The shout
awakened Hazel. Margery dropped her hands from her face. Her petulant
mouth relaxed into an unwilling smile; then she burst out laughing.
"I thought I'd chase away that sour face," teased Jane.
"I'll look crosser than ever if you don't stop," threatened the stout
girl.
One by one the girls went over to the rivulet and washed. There was
not much water to be had, but it made up in coldness what it lacked in
quantity and freshened them greatly. Harriet started to prepare the
breakfast as soon as she had washed and dried her face and hands. The
dishes were set out on the granite shelf, and there, more than two
thousand feet in the air, the Meadow-Brook Girls sat down to their
morning meal.
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