"I'm tho thorry I teathed you, Buthter, but you know that you do need
exerthithe," repeated Tommy.
"Tommy!" expostulated Margery hopelessly.
"There! You did thpeak to me! you did thpeak to me!" cried Tommy,
dancing about and clapping her hands. "You didn't mean it at all. You
thee, I knew you didn't really and truly mean it. Oh, I'm tho glad!"
She danced about until Janus laid a heavy hand on her shoulder.
"Do you see where you're getting to? In a second more you'd have been
taking the Slide on your head." Janus led her away from the dangerous
spot. Miss Elting walked over to Tommy and placed a firm hand on the
shoulder of the heedless little girl.
"Tommy, why will you be so careless? You distress me very much,"
rebuked the guardian.
"I'm thorry, Mith Elting. I'll try to be good after thith. But I
didn't fall into the tree thith afternoon, nor out of it either, did I?"
"Her point is well taken," answered Harriet. "Nearly every one of us,
except Tommy, distinguished herself this afternoon. How about our
supper?"
"Oh-h-h-h!" chorused the girls. "We forgot all about it.
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