The Meadow-Brook Girls Under Canvas by Janet Aldridge
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"That will be all. You may resume your place with your companions. Will
Miss Thompson please step forward?" Tommy tripped over to the fire. There was a frightened look on her face. "Tell us what happened to you, my dear," urged Mrs. Livingston encouragingly. Tommy stammered and lisped and twisted and turned, then she burst forth into speech. "They--they took me from my cot, Mithith Livingthton. But I fought them. They carried me out in the woodth. Then--then they--they told me I wath a thquirrel and----" "A what?" "A squirrel," interpreted Harriet. "And then they made me climb a tree." "You did not have to climb, did you!" smiled the Chief Guardian. "I gueth not. I wanted to. You thee, I thought after I had climbed the tree I could make a big noithe and frighten them away," chuckled Tommy, squinting shrewdly at her questioner. "Oh, a bit of diplomacy on your part?" nodded Mrs. Livingston. "Yeth, I gueth that wath it." Tommy had no idea what diplomacy was, but |
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