The Meadow-Brook Girls in the Hills - The Missing Pilot of the White Mountains by Janet Aldridge
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"It was myself and no other," replied Jane
"I thought it was you. I was out of breath, so I didn't try to make you hear me." "Well, I swum!" ejaculated Grubb under his breath. "I never expected to see her again." "What of the horses?" "Got 'em," answered the driver tersely, "Carry-all gone to the everlasting bow-wows. What now?" "If the ladies want to go on, we will load the stuff onto the horses and tote them that way to the place I had already picked out for a camp." "How far is it?" questioned Miss Elting. "Oh, a mile farther on, I should say." "I fear it would not be wise to go on just now. I think it would be better for us to make temporary camp somewhere hereabouts. We are completely exhausted. Harriet must have a change of clothing and we all need something warm to drink and eat. Do you know of a good place to make camp for a little while?" "Back about a quarter of a mile is a grove. There's a creek running through it. That will be a good camping place." |
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