"I reckon we'll all sleep without rocking," Blue Bonnet smiled drowsily in on the girls who were disrobing for the night. She had stolen from Grandmother's tent for a last word, but lingered for several before departing. "How's your bed, Sarah?"
"A bit bumpy," the honest girl admitted.
"Mustn't mind a little thing like that," Blue Bonnet admonished her.
"They're not very little—just you wait and see." Sarah squirmed about seeking a level spot for her body.
Alec and Knight, who had spent hours stuffing the bed-ticks with Spanish moss, would hardly have felt repaid could they have seen her discomfort at that moment.
Observing her Blue Bonnet remarked: "I'm glad we brought the canvas cot for Grandmother. I don't mind bumpy beds myself—it isn't right to be too comfortable when you're camping out."
Kitty stood, mirror in hand, ministering unto a blistered nose, and as Sarah gave a final grunt before closing her eyes, she called suddenly: "Sarah Blake, don't you dare go to sleep 'til we've drawn lots."
"Lots?" Sarah blinked sleepily.
"To see who's to get breakfast. After that we'll take turns, two at a time."
"But there are five of us," protested Debby.