tion.

The girls rolled themselves in their blankets, Indian fashion, as
before mentioned. They were beginning to enjoy this way of sleeping,
wrapped up like mummies, feeling warm and comfortable in the soft
blankets. No one who has not tried this method of sleeping in the open
in cool weather can have the slightest idea of the blissfulness of it.
Of course, if there are insects they will find one. There were insects
on Chocorua and they found the Meadow-Brook Girls, creeping over their
faces, getting into their hair, but failing to find their way under the
tightly rolled blankets. The girls were as wholly oblivious to the
insects as to the chattering squirrels that leaped from one rolled
figure to another, then off up the rocks, only to return again and take
up their game of "leap" over the sleeping Meadow-Brook Girls.

The day had no more than dawned when Tommy was awake, unrolling
herself, but taking the precaution to see where the unrolling would
land her. She had not forgotten her experience at Sokoki Leap, or the
fall from the shelf into space. This ground was fairly level and there
were no jumping-off places, except the Slide. She was not rolling in
that direction. Freeing herself, Tommy shook Margery awake, then began
calling her companions. Janus sat up, took account of the time and lay
back for another nap.

"Januth ith taking hith beauty thleep," observed Tommy wisely.

Margery complained at being called so early; but when Tommy told her
they were going to skip stones down the Slide, Buster was all eagerness
to be up and at it. The girls did not even take the time to wash their
faces, but ran to the Slide and gazed timidly down its slippery way.

"Come on. Let'th get thome thtoneth," urged Grace. She uttered a
merry shout as the first round stone rolled down the Slide, bumping
from side to side, finally landing with a splash in the pond, sending
up a little white geyser of spray. Buster also began to take a more
active interest in life. She, too, shouted as she sent a fair-sized
boulder spinning down the incline.

"My, what a racket!" cried Jane. "Harriet, shall we go join the game?"

"I am getting ready as fast as I can. You had better remain quiet for
a time yet, Hazel."

Hazel said she would. Miss Elting also lay gazing up at the sky,
following with her eyes the flight of the birds, many of which, high in
the air, were soaring toward the east to meet the coming of the day.

Harri