been bound about her head, over behind her cot, intending to look
at it next morning. She had forgotten all about it. She now picked up the
towel, ran the edges through her hands, then bringing one end of it closer
to her eyes, she examined it keenly. The two other girls failed to notice
what she was doing.

Harriet tucked the towel under her blankets, turning to listen to what
Tommy was saying. This is what she heard from Tommy who was sitting on the
edge of her cot, removing her shoes.

"You girlths mutht be good thleeperth," remarked the little girl,
reflectively.

Patricia turned on her sneeringly.

"Speak when you are spoken to," she snapped.

"Yeth, I alwayth do. I thaid you mutht be good thleepers."

"Why!" interjected Cora.

"Becauthe you didn't wake up latht night when I wath being carried out
into the woodth," said Tommy, surveying Patricia and Cora with half closed
eyes. "It ith a wonder you woke up when they rang the bell. I can thleep
too, but you are champion thleeperth, ath my father would thay."

"Did I ask you for your opinion!" demanded Patricia, her eyes snapping, a
flush appearing high up on either cheek.

"No, but I jutht thought I would tell you becauthe you might not know it
unleth thome one told you, you thee."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. How many beadth have you won?"

"I haven't won any beads," answered Patricia, crossly. "How many have you
won?"

"That dependth. I gueth I've won a whole thtring of them. I did thomething
that no other girl in the camp can do."

"You did!" exclaimed Cora. "I should like to know what!"

"You ought to know. I flew. Didn't you thee me hanging in the air from the
tree latht night! No, of courthe you didn't. I had flown down before you
got there and I couldn't fly up again."

"Tommy, it's bedtime," reminded Harriet.

"Yeth. I've got to thay what ith in my mind firtht. How long have you been
here!"

"Since the first of June," answered Cora impatiently. "Don't ask so many
questions."

"How am I going to know thingth if I don't athk?" demanded Grace.

"What you don't know won't hurt you," interjected Patricia.

"Oh, yeth it will. You don't know how it will pain me. I jutht have to
know thingth. I have to know thomething about everything."

"And nothing about something," suggested Cora sarcastically.

"Now, Tommy, don't you see that the girls do not wish to talk to you?
Don't intrude," remonstrated Harriet.

"Thank you," mocked Cora. "I