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Updated: June 4, 2025
"About five miles, they say, but one has to make allowances for distances in the country. It is difficult to find two persons who will agree on the distance to any certain point." "Five mileth, did you say?" questioned Tommy. "Yes, dear." "Thave me!" "We shall easily make it in two hours. I don't think we can go astray. So long as we keep within sound of the sea we shall be right.
"Yes, they are up to mischief of some sort," she decided, lowering the glasses and laying them aside. "Girls!" "Wha wha-at?" cried Jane, her feet landing on the floor almost ere the words were out of her mouth. Tommy hopped out of bed a few seconds behind Crazy Jane, but instead of landing on her feet, the little girl went sprawling on the floor on her face. "Thave me! Are we thinking?" she cried.
It was Miss Elting who called. "Oh, girls, are you hurt?" "I'm killed. Thave me!" moaned Grace. "I think I'm alive, but I'm not sure," cried Jane. "I've scraped the skin from my nose entirely. What a mess! what a mess!" "Wait!" The guardian's voice was commanding. "Margery, Hazel!" "Ye es," answered two voices in chorus. They sounded far away. "Harriet!" There was no reply.
Had not Tommy quickly raised her head she might have sustained a fractured skull. Her feet left the rock and beat a positive tattoo in the air. A moment more and she had managed to entangle them in the rope and, powerless to help herself, shrieked and struggled frantically. "Thave me, thave me! I can't move!" she screamed.
"Three thousand miles, more or less," replied the skipper. "Thave me!" She had followed the skipper forward, where he had gone to change the set of one of the jibs, Tommy watching him with questioning eyes. "There wath a man at the camp the other day," began the little lisping girl. "A man? What did he want in your camp?"
"Thirty miles," groaned Crazy Jane. "Oh, help!" moaned Margery. "Thave uth!" lisped Grace. "I thought you girls wanted recreation and exercise," laughed the guardian. "Why, of course we do, Miss Elting," declared Harriet. "Of course," agreed Jane, nodding. "But dragging a house all around a thirty-mile lake is neither exercise nor recreation. It's hard labor.
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