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Don't you understand?" "Breakfatht for fithh," muttered Tommy. Harriet shook her as vigorously as she could. It required no little effort to get Grace wide enough awake to understand what Harriet was saying, but after a short time Tommy seemed to understand, understanding that finally came to her with a shock almost equal to that that Harriet had felt. "We we are on thhore?" she questioned.
I don't care," answered Grace. "Tommy is trying to get out of working to-day," scoffed Margery. "I'm not," protested the little lisping girl indignantly. "If I were ath fat ath you, I might. I'll work after breakfatht, but I won't work before breakfatht." "Nobody wants you to," flung back Jane, as she started her car ahead.
Why, you could swim all night, if necessary, and be up in time for six o'clock breakfast just the same." "Breakfatht. It will be fithh for breakfatht for Tommy Thompthon, I gueth. Fithh, Harriet, fithh," mumbled Grace, then ceased swimming. "Fithh!" "Poor girl, she is about done for!" muttered Harriet Burrell.
I thought you feared I might drown," answered Harriet whimsically. "Once is enough," answered Jane. "There goes the fish horn. Hurry, girls! We are going to be late." "The fithh horn? Are we going to have fithh for breakfatht?" questioned Tommy. "Never mind what, girls. Tuck up your blankets and get busy. Remember, you must braid your hair before going to breakfast.
Their companions sat about in a semi-circle watching them, scarcely able to restrain their curiosity as to what had happened during the night. Jane opened the recital by a question. "Did you really mean that you wished fish for breakfast, Tommy?" she asked. Grace regarded her with a frowning squint. "I didn't want any fithh for breakfatht. It wath the fithh that wanted me for their breakfatht."
"Oh, yeth, we haven't had breakfatht yet," piped Tommy. "Nor have you dried your clothes. Every one of you except Hazel is wet to the skin." Jane had brought some dry sticks by the time the guide and Harriet returned. Janus got more, realizing the condition of his party, and wishing to build up a fire that would dry their wet clothing. The girls had no changes of clothing with them.
Harriet raised her heavy eyelids, sat up and rubbed her eyes. Tommy tried to brush Jane aside. "Fithh for breakfatht," she muttered. "Oh, Jane, is it really you?" stammered Harriet, trying to keep from lying back and again going to sleep. "Oh, my stars, darlin's! And we thought all the time that you were both drowned. Don't tell me a thing now.
"Tell it your own way, then. We are simply wasting time in trying to hurry you," she said. "Yeth. Well, it wath thith way. I wath looking for the treathure trail that Harriet told uth about at breakfatht thith morning, though I don't thee how thhe thhould know anything about it. My footthepth led me led me, you understand?
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