Tommy blinked several times before replying. "How do I feel? Not tho wet ath I did latht night. I thmell thupper!" exclaimed Tommy, sitting up suddenly.
"I told you it was nearly night. Let's go out and see the girls. How good they all are to us!"
"I thuppothe they will all be looking at me and following me about ath though I wath thome thort of curiothity," complained Grace.
"Of course you would not like that. It would embarrass you, wouldn't it, Tommy?"
"It would embarrath me more if they didn't," answered Tommy honestly, puckering her face into frowns and squinting up at Harriet so whimsically that the older girl burst into a peal of merry laughter.
Instantly following the laugh, Jane's head was thrust through the tent opening. The head was in disorder, for Jane had found no time to attend to her hair. She had been working, which meant that she had been accomplishing things, for Jane was a host in herself when it came to work.
"Excuse the condition of my crowning glory, darlin's, but I couldn't wait to comb it. I have been sent to tell you that the grease is on the bacon and the potatoes are popping open in the hot ashes of the cook fire. We're going to cut off the tops of them, dig out a tunnel and fill the tunnel with butter. Um, um! Now, what do you think of that?"
In a twinkling Tommy was out of bed and gleefully hurrying into her clothes.
"I thought it would interest you, darlin'," chuckled Jane.
"You dress as if you were going to a fire," declared Harriet, with a good-natured laugh.