Then
she caught sight of the Chief Guardian about to enter the tent and brought
up abruptly in her charge on Crazy Jane who had not deigned to look at
Patricia after dumping her out of the cot.
"You may go to my quarters and lie down, Miss Scott," ordered Mrs.
Livingston. "The rest of you may do the same when you feel equal to it."
Patricia flung herself out of the tent angrily. Cora remained a few
moments, acting as though she wanted to say something. However, instead of
doing so she finally followed Patricia and went through the rain to Mrs.
Livingston's tent.
"Ith--ith Harriet better now?" questioned Tommy in a hesitating voice.
"Yes, dear, we hope so. She will be as well as ever by to-morrow morning.
Miss McCarthy, do you know what she did to save those girls?"
"No, Mrs. Livingston, I don't know. She saved them all right. That's as
much as I care to know. Has any one a wrapper? Harriet is soaking wet."
Hazel and Margery immediately began rummaging in the tent. They failed to
find a kimono or dressing gown, because the girls who occupied the tent
were wearing their own. Mrs. Livingston thereat, removed Harriet's torn,
dressing gown, wrapping her in dry blankets, Harriet protesting all the
time that she was not in need of all these attentions. One of the regular
occupants of the tent was sent to another tent where she slept on the
floor for the rest of the night.
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