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Beat the bottoms of her feet. Oh, if we had something warm to put her in. Margery, you get out Harriet's clothing from the trunk." "I I can't," answered Buster in a weak voice. "Buthter ith too nervouth. I'll get them," offered Tommy. She did, too. Now that she had something to do, she went about it as calmly as though she had had no previous fear.

"I fell in the water and Buthter made cuthtard and had no oven to bake it in, and then " "Who is talking now?" demanded Margery. Tommy subsided at once. "The question is, are you going to run away from us again?" demanded George. "We never have. Remember, we followed you over here," suggested Jane. "We shall be near here for some time in all probability. We have plenty of time.

"And where ith Buthter going to thleep?" "In the middle." "That ith all right. I don't withh to be too clothe to her. We might thquabble all night." "Now, Tommy, you first," nodded Harriet. Tommy took her place on the canvas with great care, gathering her skirts about her, turning around and around as if in search of the softest possible place on which to lie.

"It ith nothing now. Maybe I'll thay it when we get to thea, provided Buthter doeth not thay it for me." "See here! We have forgotten all about that buried treasure," exclaimed Mr. McCarthy, at his ease once more after having escaped from the table. "Will you show me, Tommy?" "No, thir. That ith a dark thecret." "What, girls keep a secret?" scoffed the visitor.

"Haven't we had trouble enough for one night without your suggesting anything else?" "You started the subject yourself," reminded Harriet. "Who would like a bite to eat with her coffee?" interrupted the guardian. "Tommy, would you like to have a biscuit?" "Oh, no, thank you." "I would," declared Margery. "Yeth. Buthter ith never thatithfied. Thhe is always hungry," taunted Tommy.

She threw out her hands, though not soon enough to prevent striking her nose against the hard rock with such force that it seemed to the girls that it must have been driven into her face. "Lean back, Buthter!" shouted Tommy, this time in all seriousness. Instead of leaning back, Buster slipped back, landing at the foot of the incline a sobbing, screaming heap.

I want to see it before we leave, and so do the other girls. Maybe we might have some fun bowling stones down it. Are there any big ones that we may roll down, Mr. Grubb?" "There's a whole mountain of them." "Hooray!" cried Crazy Jane. "We will have a rolling bee in the morning, and Margery and Tommy shall bring the stones for us." "Yeth. Buthter will fetch the thtoneth, too.

"Wait!" Harriet tied the end of the rope to the back of Buster's belt. "We will let them pull you up. I think Mr. Grubb will know where to find water up there." "I don't want to go up," protested Margery. Jane was now mopping the blood from Margery's swollen face. "Ithn't it too bad that Buthter ith tho awkward," said Tommy in a sympathetic tone.

Here, Margery, you get on the other side. We three will run together. Everyone else keep out of our way." "Yeth, becauthe Buthter ith " Tommy, remembering her promise, checked herself. The three started up the road at a brisk trot. Reaching the main road, Harriet led them about, then began running back toward the water.

You get the wood, and we will have a nithe, warm thupper and have a nithe vithit, and then a nithe thleep and pleathant dreamth. Won't we, Buthter?" "If you give us the opportunity," answered Margery sourly. "Thee! Buthter thpoke to me again," chuckled the little, lisping girl.