"I'm afraid."
"There is nothing to fear. What are you afraid of?"
"Bearth."
"There are no bears in this part of the country. I'm ashamed to see you such a coward."
"You can't thee me at all. It ith too dark," retorted Grace. "What ith that? Thomebody whithpered."
Harriet Burrell did not answer, for she was sound asleep by this time. Tommy lay there staring into the darkness until her eyelids grew heavy. They drooped and drooped, finally closing over her eyes altogether. But she had no more than dropped into a doze when she came to a sitting posture wide awake. Something had disturbed her. Something was moving in the tent and she could almost feel it.
Tommy's eyes grew wide with terror.
"Harriet!" she whispered. "Harriet!" This time the whisper was a little louder, but there was no answer to the appeal. Then a most terrifying thing occurred. A low, deep growl sounded right at the head of Tommy's cot. With a wild cry the terrified little girl landed in the middle of the floor.