"Yeth, Buthter ith too fat," agreed Tommy. "Thay, Harriet?"
"Yes?"
"I don't like Patrithia and Cora."
"You shouldn't say that. You hardly know them."
"I don't want to. Every time they look at me they laugh. I'll thay thomething to them firtht thing they know."
"Please, please, Grace, never do anything of the sort. You might be sent home for such a thing. You know what Mrs. Livingston said to-day about girls being thoughtful for each other and always kind and helpful."
"Well Patrithia ithn't thoughtful or kind to me, ith thhe?"
"That is no reason why you should not be. Are you ready?"
"Yeth. Let'th go out and thtrut up and down."
"I am afraid you are a vain little creature, but you are a dear, Tommy, just the same," laughed Harriet, giving one of Tommy's little pink ears a mischievous pinch after which the two girls emerged from their tent arm in arm.