"Maybe if we wait we will fall into thome more pondth," suggested Grace. "Ith your thurprithe ath wet at thith one wath?" "I admit your right to tease me, Tommy," laughed the guardian. "Come on, everybody!" urged Harriet. "We must walk briskly and keep it up. That will be the only way to keep us from catching cold as a result of our wetting."
And we may have to sleep out-of-doors, but it will not have been the first time for the Meadow-Brook Girls." "Ith thith the thurprithe that you were going to give us?" asked Tommy innocently. "It is a surprise to me, dear. This isn't the place I thought it was at all. The joke is that I don't know where the right place is."
"Well, won't it be jutht ath much of a thurprithe now ath it will be thome other time?" argued Grace Thompson. "Perhaps Harriet just imagines she knows. I do not believe she knows any more about our destination than do the rest of our party," said the guardian. "But why worry about it? You will know when you get there."