“But we’re staying here all night tomorrow, aren’t we?” asked Ethel.
“Yes, that’s true. I wonder whether the uniforms are dry.”
“They must be,” replied Alice, shading her eyes with her hand in order to get a view of their tent. “I see our tents, but not any uniforms!”
“Mrs. Remington must have taken them in,” concluded Marjorie. “Well, they weren’t so very ornamental.”
“Evidently she didn’t take much of a nap,” remarked Ethel.
They were surprised, therefore, as they entered the tent, to find their chaperone still asleep on her cot. Naturally inferring that it was Daisy who had looked after their uniforms, they went in search of her. But she too was asleep in her tent.
“Let’s get dressed first,” suggested Marjorie; “and find out about them later. It would be a shame to waken Mrs. Remington—”
“What’s this?” called the latter, from within the adjoining tent. “I am awake—I just heard you come.”
“Good!” exclaimed Alice. “It certainly was nice of you to take in our uniforms—”
“Your uniforms?” repeated Mrs. Remington, questioningly. “But I didn’t touch them! I’ve been asleep ever since you left!”