Livingston.
"The Meadow-Brook Girls may go to their tents to arrange their outfits,"
she announced. "The trunks are in place. I suppose you will want to change
to your camp uniforms."
The girls assented eagerly. Tommy fairly flew over the uneven ground. She
caught her toe on the root of a tree, measuring her length on the ground.
She was up and off again unheeding the shouts of laughter from her
companions.
Each of the Meadow-Brook Girls was eager to get into her uniform. Tommy
was so excited that Harriet had to assist her in dressing. Then when this
had been accomplished Tommy swept up and down the tent, surveying herself
in the mirror from various different attitudes.
"How do you like me?" she demanded, squinting up at Harriet.
"You will do very well if you fix your hair. It looks frightful, Tommy.
You must spend more time with it. The way you wear your hair reminds me of
Crazy Jane."
"Oh, dear. I can't thpend the time to bother with it. I'm too buthy. You
do it for me."
"I will help you, of course, if you wish, but a Camp Girl should be able
to do such things for herself. Now you watch me do mine. While you are
watching, give your own hair a good brushing."
Harriet parted her hair in the middle in a very straight line, divided it
into four strands, which she wound into as many soft coils, two at the
nape of the neck and one on each side half concealing her ears.
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