"Now, Miss Burrell, you say you do not know who these girls were; you
could not identify them. Is that what I am to understand?"
"No, I do not know them," replied Harriet, gazing straight into the face
of the Guardian.
The young girl felt that every eye in the camp was fixed upon her.
"I will ask you one other question," continued Mrs. Livingston. "Have you
any suspicion as to who they are? Think well before you answer."
Harriet hesitated a moment, studying the Council Fire gravely. Then she
raised her clear eyes to the face of Mrs. Livingston.
"I have no suspicion that I should care to voice," she answered.
"That will be all. You may resume your place with your companions. Will
Miss Thompson please step forward?"
Tommy tripped over to the fire. There was a frightened look on her face.
"Tell us what happened to you, my dear," urged Mrs. Livingston
encouragingly.
Tommy stammered and lisped and twisted and turned, then she burst forth
into speech.
"They--they took me from my cot, Mithith Livingthton. But I fought them.
They carried me out in the woodth. Then--then they--they told me I wath a
thquirrel and----"
"A what?"
"A squirrel," interpreted Harriet.
"And then they made me climb a tree."
"You did not have to climb, did you!" smiled the Chief Guardian.
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