Mrs.
Livingston was speaking again. Her voice sounded far away to Harriet.
"Will you take a breakfast tray to her when you return to your tent, Miss
Burrell?" asked the Chief Guardian.
"I will take it to the tent, Mrs. Livingston," faltered Harriet.
"If Miss Kidder is not feeling well this morning, kindly come and tell me.
I will see her myself."
"Very well," hastily answered the girl.
Glancing up she saw Miss Partridge's gaze fixed inquiringly upon her. A
sudden revulsion of feeling swept over Harriet. She realized what she had
done. She wanted to scream out that she had deceived them. A look of
terror leaped into her eyes. Miss Partridge saw the expression, as did
Miss Elting from the other end of the table. It was quite evident that
none of the guardians knew that Patricia Scott had slept in Harriet's
tent that night. Harriet glancing quickly at Patricia saw that she was
sitting with eyes fixed on her plate calmly eating her breakfast. There
was a half smile on the lips of Patricia. For the moment Harriet was
filled with anger. Anger again gave place to horror over her deception.
Miss Partridge was still looking at Harriet with a pained expression in
her eyes.
"Oh, she suspects me," thought Harriet. "What shall I do?"
After breakfast the girl summoned all her will to her aid, waited calmly
until the tray for Cora had been prepared, then with trembling hands
carried it to her tent.
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