"
"Yeth, Mr. Januth. I'll fetch the thtoneth for the thtove. You get
the wood, and we will have a nithe, warm thupper and have a nithe
vithit, and then a nithe thleep and pleathant dreamth. Won't we,
Buthter?"
"If you give us the opportunity," answered Margery sourly.
"Thee! Buthter thpoke to me again," chuckled the little, lisping girl.
Harriet took her by the arm and led her gently back to the campsite,
which was now so enshrouded in darkness that they were barely able to
locate their packs.
Harriet assisted Tommy in getting stones of the proper size for their
stove, after which these stones were piled and made ready for the fire
that the guide was to start when he returned with the wood. Little
more could be done without light. Hazel got the lantern from a pack,
only to find that the globe had been broken. Very soon, however, the
cook-fire was snapping and crackling, the girls sitting near it with
elbows on their knees. Then came supper. It was wonderful what a
difference there was in their appetites, now that they were out in the
open, compared to them at home. But there was not as much to eat here
as there would have been at home in Meadow-Brook.
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