I hope
Margery had the buttons sewed securely on hers. If not she will burst them
all off the first time she stoops over."
"Yeth, Buthter ith too fat," agreed Tommy. "Thay, Harriet?"
"Yes?"
"I don't like Patrithia and Cora."
"You shouldn't say that. You hardly know them."
"I don't want to. Every time they look at me they laugh. I'll thay
thomething to them firtht thing they know."
"Please, please, Grace, never do anything of the sort. You might be sent
home for such a thing. You know what Mrs. Livingston said to-day about
girls being thoughtful for each other and always kind and helpful."
"Well Patrithia ithn't thoughtful or kind to me, ith thhe?"
"That is no reason why you should not be. Are you ready?"
"Yeth. Let'th go out and thtrut up and down."
"I am afraid you are a vain little creature, but you are a dear, Tommy,
just the same," laughed Harriet, giving one of Tommy's little pink ears a
mischievous pinch after which the two girls emerged from their tent arm in
arm.
The Camp Girls gathered about them. The plainness of the costume became
Harriet, but Tommy did not look quite herself. Her face appeared smaller
than ever, and her light hair was accentuated by the dark color of the
uniform. The little girl, however, soon forgot all about her personal
appearance in the enjoyment she found in talking with the other girls of
the camp.
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