"Then it ith all right," nodded Tommy confidently. "I'll make them let me go anyway and—ith Harriet going?"
"Yes. I hope so."
"Doeth thhe know about it!"
"I have not spoken to Harriet about it. I had hoped to do so out here to-day. That is why I proposed just now that we return to the village. We shall have a chance to talk it over on the way back, when I will tell you more about the proposed vacation."
"You thay my folkth know about it, Mith Elting?"
"Yes, dear."
"What did they thay?"
"That they thought you had better go to Narragansett with them, but that if you insisted, they supposed you would have to go to the summer camp with us," admitted the teacher with a tolerant smile.
Tommy twisted her face into a grimace.
"My folkth know what ith good for them," averred the little blonde girl.