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"Buthter thought thhe wath killed, but after I told her thhe wath all right, thhe felt better," observed Tommy, with a sidelong glance at Margery. "Just as though I'd pay any attention to what you say," retorted Margery, her chin in the air. "You talk entirely too much." "I'm so glad you weren't hurt, Harriet," said Hazel, "but I'm sorry you are so wet."
"Yeth, leave it to me," she urged. "I can take care of mythelf. Buthter ith right, for once in her life. Leave it to me." They agreed to do so. Harriet turned to Miss Elting. "You promised to tell us the legend that belongs to this shelf of rock on which we are encamped. If not too long a story, will you relate it now?"
"No, thir," reiterated Tommy. "I thaw thomething. It wath a man and he thtood right in front of the window. You thee I wath dreaming that Buthter wath a pirate, and wath trying to thmother me with a thofa pillow and all of a thudden I that up in bed and thaw thith fathe looking in the window at me. That ith why I thcreamed," concluded Tommy, with dignity. "I didn't have the nightmare.
"Who is a 'fraid cat?" demanded Miss Elting, pulling herself up on the beach with her hands. "I am," answered Tommy, speaking for herself. "Who says you are?" "Buthter." "Margery, I am ashamed of you. You have evidently forgotten that Grace showed how little she was afraid when she was lost at sea the other night," chided the guardian. "Yeth, I'm a 'fraid cat.
"Doesn't look that high, does it?" "Have we got to climb up there?" questioned Margery. "We are going to. We do not have to if we don't want to," replied Hazel. "Oh, dear, I'm too tired to go on," whined Margery. "I knew Buthter could never climb a mountain," observed Tommy, with a hopeless shake of her little tow-head. "But never mind, Buthter, you can thtay here and wait until we come back.
"You are now three thousand five hundred feet in the air," announced the guide, rather proudly. "Ith that what maketh Buthter tho uppithh thith afternoon?" questioned Tommy. "It may be what makes you so light-headed," retorted Margery. "There! Now, will you be good?" jeered Jane. "Yeth. That wath a good one. Too bad you don't thay thomething bright every day.
But Harriet, knowing it would not do for the girls to know that two of their number had been mooning out-of-doors, darted into her own cot, and before they realized that she had just got in, was sitting up in bed demanding to know what all the disturbance was about. "Tommy, have you been walking in your sleep?" demanded Miss Elting. "Yeth, I've been walking, I gueth. Excuthe me, Buthter.
I hope we shall have her with us for many summers; then one of these days, when she is older, she, too, will have a camp of girls to look after." "I feel very thorry for the camp," broke in Tommy. "You will have to buy a new camp stool, Daddy," reminded Jane. "I'm glad I'm not so stout that I break up the furniture every time I sit on it." "Yeth, Buthter doeth that," said Tommy, nodding solemnly.
Tommy shook her head. "I'm tho thorry I teathed you, Buthter, but you know that you do need exerthithe," repeated Tommy. "Tommy!" expostulated Margery hopelessly. "There! You did thpeak to me! you did thpeak to me!" cried Tommy, dancing about and clapping her hands. "You didn't mean it at all. You thee, I knew you didn't really and truly mean it. Oh, I'm tho glad!"
"Pull up, please," called Harriet. "Margery, lean forward this time and keep your hands at your sides. That is the way. Mr. Grubb will have you up there in no time. Tommy, I am ashamed of you for making fun of Margery when you knew she was suffering." "I wathn't. I'm thorry that Buthter thuffered. I know what it ith to thuffer. Lotth of painful thingth have happened to me."
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