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"Jane and I will attend to her," she said. Tommy pouted and strolled over to Margery. "Is is Harriet going to die?" wailed Margery. "No, Buthter, she ithn't." Margery turned anxiously away.
"That maketh me feel very thad, Buthter," replied Tommy sarcastically. Breakfast was prepared and eaten in record time that morning. Then the dishes were speedily washed and put away. The Tramp Club's camp showed no activity until after eight o'clock, when the smoke from their cook fire was observed curling up through the foliage on the shore of the Island of Delight.
"I I wath trying to walk on the railing," explained the girl lamely. "I thtubbed my toe and fell in." "Oh, help!" moaned Margery. Tommy shot a threatening look at her. "I can thwim. Buthter ith too fat to thwim." With that parting shot, Tommy hastened inside the cabin and proceeded to change her wet clothing for dry garments. The other girls sat down to their supper, without waiting for her.
Grubb?" asked the guardian. "Over a hundred feet," replied the guide, measuring the distance with his eye. "Oh, what a lovely thlide!" bubbled Tommy. "How funny it would be to thee Buthter toboggan down that thlide! Wouldn't that be funny, Mith Elting?" "All of you keep away from here," ordered the guide. "I'll lose my reputation if what we have already experienced gets out.
"Tommy, did you ever have any one fall at your feet!" "Yeth. You know Jake Thpooner? Well, he had a conniption fit, one day, in the thtreet, and fell down right at my feet." "You mean an epileptic fit. But you shouldn't joke about a serious matter like that," rebuked Miss Elting. "I wathn't joking. He did. It wath Buthter who laughed. I didn't. But Buthter ith fat, you know.
I tell you I thaw a fathe." "How ridiculous," sniffed Buster. "How could she see a face when we are away out here on the lake. Why look!" she continued, stepping to the window. "It's bright moonlight, and there isn't a boat to be seen on the water." "Buthter doethn't know what I thaw," retorted Tommy angrily. "Thhe hathn't my eyeth hath thhe? Buthter maketh me tired."
Harriet and Jane supported her to a blanket that they had brought from the tent, and, after tucking her in, left the unfortunate Margery to doze and rest. Tommy crept over and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm tho thorry, Buthter," she whispered sympathetically. "I withh it might have been me who got the bump on the head. But never mind; you will be better pretty thoon. Don't you think tho?"
"Buthter thinkth it ith her clotheth that are heavy," jeered Tommy. "It ithn't your clotheth, Buthter; it'th you." "Make her stop, Miss Elting. Don't you think I am suffering enough, without Tommy making me feel any worse?" "Yes, I do. Tommy, will you please stop annoying Margery?" "Yeth, Mith Elting, I'll thtop until Buthter getth dry again. But I'm jutht ath wet at thhe ith, and I'm not croth."
There won't be any coming back, if one of you falls over there." "Yes, girls. Keep well back. We have had quite enough excitement for one afternoon's climbing. How do you feel?" inquired Miss Elting. "Well, Buthter hath a thore nothe," answered Tommy, speaking for her companion in distress. "I have thkinned thoulderth and theveral bruitheth. I don't know how Jane and Harriet feel."
"Hath Buthter broken her nothe?" questioned Tommy. "I think not," replied Miss Elting. "Come, get started, Tommy. Mr. Grubb will assist you. I shall have to look after Margery's bruised face." "I don't need any athithtanthe. I gueth I know how to get up there by mythelf. Bethideth, I don't want to thkin my nothe." "Wait!" commanded Jane threateningly. "No, I'm going. Look out! I'm coming.
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