Harriet had gotten up shortly after the usual hour. Her eyes were bright,
but her face showed the effect of the trial through which she had passed.
It still bore scratches. The girl was so lame that every step she took
gave her pain and her back was so stiff that she stooped considerably when
walking. Mrs. Livingston had tried to get the story of Harriet's saving of
their lives from the three girls. Patricia and Cora were uncommunicative.
Tommy had no very clear idea of what had occurred, except that she "wath
thmothered almotht to death." But Mrs. Livingston was not to be put off so
easily. She found an opportunity to speak with Harriet early in the
afternoon. The first question she asked was why the cots had been placed
in the middle of the tent floor.
Harriet smiled as she told the Guardian that they had been dragged there
so that their occupants might escape the rain.
"What followed?" urged Mrs. Livingston.
"Everything happened. It seemed as if we were being slowly crushed to
death. Then Jane and Jasper came to the rescue."
"How did you get such a lame back?" asked the Chief Guardian suddenly.
"I think it was trying to lift the cots," answered Harriet, then she
blushed. "I mean when the cots----"
"I understand," smiled the Guardian. "You held up the cots so that your
companions might not be crushed.
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