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Updated: June 11, 2025
"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.
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.
"Januth ith taking hith beauty thleep," observed Tommy wisely. Margery complained at being called so early; but when Tommy told her they were going to skip stones down the Slide, Buster was all eagerness to be up and at it. The girls did not even take the time to wash their faces, but ran to the Slide and gazed timidly down its slippery way. "Come on. Let'th get thome thtoneth," urged Grace.
"You are thure Buthter ithn't going to thleep near me?" persisted Miss Tommy. "Yes, yes. Please get in," urged Miss Elting. "I jutht wanted to know, that ith all." She lay down, then one by one her companions took their places on the canvas. Harriet was the last to turn in. Before doing so she drew the unoccupied half of the canvas over the girls, leaving Tommy at the fold, as had been promised.
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