“Only—only Rose, where the big furry thing——” began one, and at that a fresh peal of laughter rang out. But Mrs. Royall’s grave face silenced it quickly.
“Listen, girls,” she repeated, “you are keeping me here when I am needed to look after others. I cannot go until you are quiet. I’ll take this half-drowned rabbit”—she reached over and picked up the trembling little creature—“with me; and now I think you can go to sleep. I am sure the worst of the storm is over.”
“We will be quiet, Mrs. Royall,” Edith Rue promised, her lips twitching again as she looked at the shivering rabbit.
“And I hope now you can get some rest,” another added, and then Mrs. Royall dropped the curtain and went out again into the rain, which was still falling heavily. All the other tents had withstood the gale, and when Mrs. Royall had looked into each one, answered the eager questions of the girls, and assured them that no one was hurt and the worst of the storm was over, she hurried back to the dining-room. There she found that Anne and Laura had warmed and dried the girls, who had been turned out of their tent, given them hot milk, and made up dry beds for them on the floor.
“They are warm as toast,” Anne assured her.
“And now you and I will get back to bed, Elizabeth,” Mary Hastings said, again slipping on her raincoat, while Laura quietly threw her own over the other girl’s shoulders.
“Wait a minute,” Mrs. Royall ordered, and brought them two sandbags hot from the kitchen oven. “You must not go to sleep with cold feet. And thank you both for your help,” she added. “I’ll hold the lantern here at the door so you can see your way.” But Laura quietly took the lantern from her, and held it till Mary called, “All right!”
“Is that you, Mary?” Olga’s quiet voice questioned, as the girls entered the tent.
“Yes—Elizabeth and I. The excitement is all over and the storm will be soon. Let’s all get to sleep as fast as we can.”
“Elizabeth!” Olga repeated to herself. She had not known that Elizabeth had left her cot. “Why did you go?” she asked in a low tone, as Elizabeth crept under the blankets.