no effort to correct the girl. Instead she left that to the girls
believing that Tommy would leave the camp fairly well made over. She
understood that Tommy was merely a spoiled child, under whose apparently
thoughtless, almost impertinent manner lay the making of a charming,
lovable young woman.

While they were still at luncheon Jasper came into camp with the trunks
that he had brought in another wagon. He had found his horse, but the
animal had cut both legs severely and could not be driven for some time.
From the log road Jasper had dragged the trunks to the camp on a
two-wheeled cart. Tommy spied him plodding down the path pushing the cart.
She eyed him inquiringly. The girls set up a shout when they caught sight
of Jasper. He was popular in that he brought mail to them and sometimes
goodies from home.

"That ith Jath," nodded Tommy.

"You mean Mr. Jasper," corrected Miss Partridge.

"Yeth."

"Harriet pulled hith whithkerth latht night. Do you know what he thaid?"

"I can imagine that he was quite angry," answered Miss Partridge.

"Yeth I gueth he wath. He thaid, 'leggo my whithkerth, contharn ye!' Yeth
he did, didn't he, Harriet! Wathn't that awful?"

"Oh, Tommy!" begged Harriet.