wild with delight. With one common impulse they gathered up
Tommy and Harriet and started to carry them into camp. Tommy offered
no resistance. She submitted willingly. With Harriet it was different.
She struggled, freed herself from the detaining arms, and sprang away
from her rejoicing companions, laughing softly.

"I am perfectly able to take care of myself, thank you," she said.

"You certainly do not look it," declared the Chief Guardian. Harriet's
face was pale, her eyes sunken, with dark rings underneath them, but
in other ways she appeared to be her old self. "We shall both be as
well as ever after we have had something warm to eat and drink."

"Tell us, oh, tell us about it," cried several girls in chorus.

"Not a word until after the girls have had something to eat and drink.
They are completely exhausted." Mrs. Livingston gazed wonderingly at
Harriet Burrell, knowing full well that the latter had borne the
greater share of the burden in the battle that she must have had to
fight through the long, dark night.

The cook girls were already making coffee and warming up food left
over from their own breakfast, as being the quickest way to prepare
something for the returned Meadow-Brook Girls. That meal strengthened
and cheered them wonderfully. Tommy began to chatter after having
drunk her first cup of coffee. Their companions sat about in a
semi-circle watching them, scarcely able to restrain their curiosity
as to what had happened during the night. Jane opened the recital by a
question.

"Did you really mean that you wished fish for breakfast, Tommy?" she
asked.

Grace regarded her with a frowning squint.

"I didn't want any fithh for breakfatht. It wath the fithh that wanted
me for their breakfatht."

"And there are sharks off this coast, too!" gasped one of the girls.

"Were you in the water for long?" asked Miss Elting.

"It seemed like a long time, it seemed like hours and hours," admitted
Harriet, accompanying the words with a bright smile that the keen-eyed
Chief Guardian saw was forced.

"For hours!" cried the girls in chorus.

"If you feel able, please tell us about it," urged Hazel.

Mrs. Livingston shook her head.

"Both girls are going to bed immediately. Please fix up two cots for
them in my tent. No, no," she added in answer to Harriet's protests,
"it is my order. You are to turn in and sleep until supper time, if
you wish; by that time we shall have the camp put to rights and you