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There is every reason why you should not, and not one why you should." "Yeth." Tommy turned over on her back. "Did you ever thwallow thalt water?" "I never did." "Then don't. It ith awful. Oh, I'm tho tired and I'm getting thleepy." Harriet roused herself instantly. She gave Tommy a brisk slap on one cheek.

With her belt hatchet Harriet selected and cut such boughs as she desired and placed them in a pile, afterward to be carried out to the cabin on the Lonesome Bar. Later on they were assisted by the other Meadow-Brook Girls. They covered the floor of the cabin with the fragrant green boughs until Tommy declared that it made her "thleepy" just to smell it.

"'I'm so damned thleepy, and I have to be up early in the morning, he thed to me." "Byng's example's good enough. I'm off," said Fleming, stretching up his arms and yawning. "Byng ought to get up earlier in the morning much earlier," interposed De Lancy Scovel, with a meaning note in his voice. "Why?" growled out Barry Whalen.

"Come, girls," urged Miss Elting, "you know we have to make our beds, and the hour is getting late." "I'm not thleepy," protested Grace, "I could thtay awake for ageth." "You will be by the time we find our sleeping place. It is some little distance from here." Harriet glanced at the guardian inquiringly. "Yes, it is the cabin," answered Miss Elting. "Mrs.

It seemed to the tired girls as though they had hardly closed their eyes when they heard Jane call out: "Seven o'clock. All hands on deck." "I'm tho thleepy," murmured Tommy as she struggled into her clothes. "I'm pretty near dead," growled Hazel. "I think I'll never get rested." "Do let's hurry and have breakfast," pleaded Margery, "I'm so hungry." "Chronic thtate," murmured Tommy.