“That’s what I said,” returned Betty, whimsically. “They may only consist of a couple of blankets apiece but we can call ’em what we like.”
“What’s in a name?” murmured Grace, adding wistfully: “Oh, my comfy home and my still more comfy bed.”
“Stop it,” commanded Mollie. “You know very well, home was never like this. What if we do have to sleep with nothing but blankets between us and the cold, cold ground for one night? It will be all the more fun.”
As Betty began to spread the blankets within the shelter of the tent Amy came in to see if she could help her and Betty welcomed her gratefully.
“I can’t seem to manage the old things alone,” she said. “The blankets are so big and the tent is so small. Spread down that corner, will you, Amy—there’s a dear. Now, I wonder,” she paused to consider, “if one blanket under us and one over will be enough.”
“More than enough, I should say, considering that the night is just about as hot as any we’ve had,” said Amy. “I’d just as soon sleep without anything over me.”
“Oh, you’ll need a cover toward morning,” said Betty, as she spread four blankets side by side in a neat row, doubling the edges under so that the beds when finished resembled nothing so much as sleeping bags. “It gets pretty cold around dawn out here in the woods. Now,” she added, regarding her finished work thoughtfully, “I guess that’s about as right as I can make it.”
“It’s just fine,” returned Amy, enthusiastically, adding as she slipped an arm fondly about the Little Captain: “You always know just what to do to make people comfortable, Betty dear. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”
“Oh, nonsense,” retorted Betty gayly. “Probably you’d get along a good deal better. Now let’s go out and see what those girls are doing.”
Mollie and Grace were very busy as Amy and the Little Captain stepped from the tent. They were gathering more firewood—enough, Mollie explained, to make a “rip-roaring campfire.”