“Living in tents in winter?”
“In what tents?” asked the amazed Tess.
“Up there at Red Darling Camp—”
“Red Deer!”
“Well, I knew it was some nice word,” Dot, undisturbed, said. “But Alice is so delicate.”
“Why, Dot Kenway! we won’t have to live in tents,” said Tess.
“We did in that other camp we went to,” said the smaller girl. “Don’t you ’member? And the tent ’most blowed over one night, and you and I and Tom Jonah went sailing in a boat? And that clam man—”
“But, Dot!” cried Tess, “that was a summer camp. This is a winter one. And it’s all made of logs, and there are doors and windows and fireplaces and—and everything!”
“Oh!” murmured Dot. “I wondered how they’d keep Jack Frost out. And he’s stinging my ears right now, Tess Kenway.”
The roadside inn was in sight now, and presently the big sleigh pulled up before it with the bells jangling and the horses steaming, as Dot remarked, “just as though they had boiling water in ’em and the smoke was leaking out.”