She had forgotten all about it. She now picked up the
towel, ran the edges through her hands, then bringing one end of it closer
to her eyes, she examined it keenly. The two other girls failed to notice
what she was doing.
Harriet tucked the towel under her blankets, turning to listen to what
Tommy was saying. This is what she heard from Tommy who was sitting on the
edge of her cot, removing her shoes.
"You girlths mutht be good thleeperth," remarked the little girl,
reflectively.
Patricia turned on her sneeringly.
"Speak when you are spoken to," she snapped.
"Yeth, I alwayth do. I thaid you mutht be good thleepers."
"Why!" interjected Cora.
"Becauthe you didn't wake up latht night when I wath being carried out
into the woodth," said Tommy, surveying Patricia and Cora with half closed
eyes. "It ith a wonder you woke up when they rang the bell. I can thleep
too, but you are champion thleeperth, ath my father would thay."
"Did I ask you for your opinion!" demanded Patricia, her eyes snapping, a
flush appearing high up on either cheek.
"No, but I jutht thought I would tell you becauthe you might not know it
unleth thome one told you, you thee."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. How many beadth have you won?"
"I haven't won any beads," answered Patricia, crossly.
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