While they were still at luncheon Jasper came into camp with the trunks
that he had brought in another wagon. He had found his horse, but the
animal had cut both legs severely and could not be driven for some time.
From the log road Jasper had dragged the trunks to the camp on a
two-wheeled cart. Tommy spied him plodding down the path pushing the cart.
She eyed him inquiringly. The girls set up a shout when they caught sight
of Jasper. He was popular in that he brought mail to them and sometimes
goodies from home.
"That ith Jath," nodded Tommy.
"You mean Mr. Jasper," corrected Miss Partridge.
"Yeth."
"Harriet pulled hith whithkerth latht night. Do you know what he thaid?"
"I can imagine that he was quite angry," answered Miss Partridge.
"Yeth I gueth he wath. He thaid, 'leggo my whithkerth, contharn ye!' Yeth
he did, didn't he, Harriet! Wathn't that awful?"
"Oh, Tommy!" begged Harriet.
It was a full minute before order was restored in the dining tent. At the
conclusion of the outbreak Mrs. Livingston gave the signal to rise and the
girls crowded out with flushed faces and laughing eyes, a group of them
surrounding Tommy, asking her questions in the hope that she might amuse
them with other funny remarks. This gathering was interrupted by the voice
of Mrs.
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