“I'm pretty tired—and far away, Bo,” replied Helen. “What did you say?”
“I said I had an e-normous appetite.”
“Really. That's not remarkable for you. I'm too tired to eat. And afraid to shut my eyes. They'd never come open. When did we sleep last, Bo?”
“Second night before we left home,” declared Bo.
“Four nights! Oh, we've slept some.”
“I'll bet I make mine up in this woods. Do you suppose we'll sleep right here—under this tree—with no covering?”
“It looks so,” replied Helen, dubiously.
“How perfectly lovely!” exclaimed Bo, in delight. “We'll see the stars through the pines.”
“Seems to be clouding over. Wouldn't it be awful if we had a storm?”
“Why, I don't know,” answered Bo, thoughtfully. “It must storm out West.”