A guardian came hurrying into the tent, holding a lantern above her head. Neither Harriet nor Tommy had seen her before. Tommy sat in the middle of the floor the picture of woe. Harriet stood near by with a look of deep concern in her eyes.
"Young ladies, I am amazed," exclaimed the guardian. "Miss Kidder, what is the meaning of this?"
"I don't know. Patricia had some difficulty with one of these girls," was the reply.
"She jumped on me," answered Patricia. "I don't know what for, but she knocked the breath right out of me."
"You are the new girls, are you not?" asked the guardian, turning abruptly to Harriet and Grace.
"Yes, we are the Meadow-Brook Girls," answered Harriet.
"What appears to be the trouble?"
"Something startled my friend. What was it, Grace, dear?"
"Thome—thomething growled perfectly awful. It wath right by the head of my bed. It thounded like a wild animal," explained Grace wide-eyed. "Yeth, and I could hear it'th teeth thnap. It wath going to bite me."
"Nonsense, child. You were dreaming. Did you have a late supper?"