they began laughing when they saw Harriet in her torn skirt and had gotten
a good look at Tommy Thompson's impish face.

"Young ladies, do you know what day this is?" reminded one girl who seemed
older than any of the others outside.

"Yeth. It ith the greatetht day I ever thaw and I'm going to yell thome
more after I have my breakfatht," declared Tommy with an emphasis that
left no doubt in their minds as to her intentions.

"No, my dear young woman, this is Sunday," answered the previous speaker.
"You would do well not to forget it, unless you wish for a pleasant little
interview with Mrs. Livingston."

"There! What did I tell you, Tommy?" exclaimed Harriet.

"I don't care. It ith grand and I've got to make a noithe. Why don't they
thtop the birdth from making a noithe on Thunday, too?" retorted Grace as
the two girls walked slowly toward the cook tent with the eyes of the camp
upon them.

"Yes, she is a perfect fright," suddenly declared a voice that Harriet
recognized as belonging to Patricia Scott. "I should not think Mrs.
Livingston would permit her to parade about in that gown."

Harriet's face flushed, but she did not even turn her head. Tommy
fortunately had not caught the words, for which Harriet was thankful. She
knew that Tommy would have resented the remark and made a scene there and
then. The two girls entered the cook tent with some forty other girls
following on slowly behind them.