“Proceed, fair lady, and we will hold our peace,” said Jane, giggling.
“As I enjoyed the reviving night-breezes and thought of you poor girls tossing in warm rooms, I wondered how we might have an out-door place and still feel secluded from prying eyes. Then I remembered the small tents we left with Bill on the farm. Those of you who have roof-space can erect a tent just outside your bed-room window. The tent-opening can be directly opposite the window so that you can slip in and out without dread of being seen by the public. What do you think of it?”
“It’s great!” exclaimed Zan, enthusiastically.
“Not for me,” grumbled Hilda.
“Nor for me,” added Nita, “’cause Mama won’t think of letting me have anything so original as a camp-tent within a mile of our house—let alone on the front roof!”
“If I speak to your father, who is so delighted at the improvement in your health, he may induce her to look at the plan with different conclusions than these you fear,” ventured the Guide.
“Maybe so; Papa said he would do anything on earth to have me keep up this Woodcraft stunt,” admitted Nita.
“Zan, do you think your father will object if we send to Bill for those small tents?” now asked Miss Miller.
“Mercy no! Dad won’t say a word if you pitch tents all along our entire roof and on the front piazza, too, just so there’s room between the canvas cots for his sick patients to find their way to his office-door.”
“The public will think Dr. Baker has opened a Sanatorium,” laughed Jane.