"
"What, five wooden beads all in a bunch!" demanded Jane.
"Yes."
"Hurrah! I'd rather have them than a rope of pearls and I'm just daffy
over those things. I've got a string of them at home that would make your
head whirl, Mrs. Livingston. Come over to Meadow-Brook and I'll show them
to you."
"Miss McCarthy, try to choose your words more carefully. Slang also should
be avoided."
"Slang? Why I cut out slang two years ago," exclaimed the girl, earnestly.
It was not long afterwards that the girls began moving toward their
sleeping quarters. Jane accompanied Harriet with a hand resting gently on
her shoulder, both girls pausing at the entrance to the tent, the interior
of which was in darkness. Patricia already was in bed, an early hour for
her to retire, Harriet thought. Cora appeared to be sleeping, too, though
there was no sound of breathing from her cot.
Harriet undressed, keeping very quiet so as not to awaken the sleepers,
then putting on her wrapper and her slippers ran out to her bed of pine
boughs and tucked herself in.
"Oh, this is heavenly!" breathed Harriet.
The Meadow-Brook girl did not know when she went to sleep. Slumber stole
over her unawares. Her sudden awakening however was both startling and
abrupt.
Without moving, Harriet lay still, though a thrill had run through her.
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