She read Jane McCarthy at a glance and in her
saw much that was worthy of development.
"Come here, girls, and help me unload this stuff," called Jane, turning
her back on the Chief Guardian. "Dad must get out of the woods with the
car before dark or he'll break his precious old neck. Dad wouldn't be
worth a cent with a broken neck, so help me to get him started on his way
home."
Harriet and Miss Elting were the only ones who accepted the invitation.
First, Mrs. Livingston pointed out the tent where Jane was to live, then
Jane backed her car down to it see-sawing to avoid obstructions, until
finally sending the car back a few inches too far, she crashed through the
tent entrance, smashing the end pole, bringing the front of the tent down
over her head.
"Good gracious! That's too bad. I never did such a clumsy thing in my
life," declared Jane. "Here, Dad! Settle the damages with Mrs. Livingston.
Anything broken in there?"
"Nothing particular. The tent is wrecked. That's all," sarcastically
answered Patricia Scott, who was standing near to Jane. "However, don't
let a little thing like that trouble you."
"I won't," answered Jane coolly, turning her back on Patricia and
beginning to unload the car, aided by Harriet and Miss Elting.
By this time the entire camp was excited.
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