"So is the bed!" returned Hilda, yawning aloud.
"I just heard a crow laughing at you!" retorted Miss Miller.
"'He who laughs last laughs best,' I've heard said!" came from a smothered voice in Hilda's tent.
By this time the girls were thoroughly aroused and soon the talk consequent upon beginning a new day, came from the tents.
"Miss Miller, are you going to take a dip this morning before breakfast?" called Zan.
"No, I've already used the modern wash-basin by the creek," replied the Guide.
Nita and Elena came out and found Miss Miller brushing her hair before a tiny mirror that had been hung from a stump of a bough near her tent.
"Where's the basin you spoke of?" asked Hilda, also coming out.
"Over there by that laurel bush: I think it is Tennessee marble—it is veined exactly like it," said the Guide.