“What do you mean?”
“That we have neighbors,” replied Harriet calmly.
“Neighbors!” screamed Margery.
“Where? who? what?” asked the girls in chorus.
“Thave me! I thhould die of fright if I were to thee a thtrange human being again,” cried Tommy. “Do—do you think it ith a man, a real live man?”
Harriet Burrell nodded. Tommy’s eyes grew larger.
“I think it is. Perhaps more than one. Listen. I heard some one shout shortly before I began getting the supper. Then as I was getting the fire going I saw smoke rings rising from the forest up yonder. They were well done and they were signals.”
“Indianth!” breathed Grace. “Grathiouth! We’ll all be thcalped. Oh, thave uth!”
“I answered them by making some smoke signals. There wasn’t enough smoke in my fire, though, to do it very well.”
“So that is what you were up to?” laughed Jane McCarthy. “I thought you were fanning the fire with the blanket.”