“Yeth, I underthtand,” replied Tommy after a brief interval of silence.
“What do you understand?” demanded Margery.
“That Harriet ith lothing her mind. Maybe thhe’ll find it under the blanketth.”
“More likely to find a snake under there,” suggested Hazel, whereat there were screams from Tommy and Buster, who sprang to their feet, gazing at the ground with a frightened expression in their eyes. “Sit down if you wish any more supper,” urged Hazel, laughing.
“That wathn’t funny in the leatht, Hathel,” declared Grace severely. “Now tell uth truthfully, Harriet, what you meant by hearing and theeing and thmelling thingth?”
“Here, I will draw you a map.” Harriet traced a square in the ashes with a stick, making a round dot in the lower left-hand corner. “This dot is the camp of the Meadow-Brook Girls,” she said. “At the extreme upper side are the woods that you see over the brow of the hill, and these,” making a series of rings, “are smoke—smoke rings. Well, why doesn’t some one say something?” she chuckled.
“Smoke rings?” questioned the guardian.
“Yes, Miss Elting.”
“Where?”
Harriet Burrell waved one hand toward the brow of the hill, giving the guardian a meaning look.