The Camp Fire Girls in the Maine Woods - Or, The Winnebagos Go Camping by Hildegard G. (Hildegard Gertrude) Frey
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pent-up laughter of the three girls broke forth, and they shouted in unison. Gladys did not laugh. "I'll get you some more water," said Sahwah, getting out of bed. The pail was empty, so Sahwah went all the way down to the lake for water. On the way back she rescued the pillow, which was soaking wet, and stood it up against the tent pole to dry. Just then came a loud hail from the other tent. "Goodnight, Omegas!" "Good night, Alphas," they answered, "sleep tight!" Again came the fourfold voice out of Alpha, "Goodnight, Gladys!" Gladys was finally ready for bed. "You aren't going to leave the sides of the tent rolled up all night, are you?" she asked in a horrified tone. "We surely are," said Sahwah, "we always do." "What if it rains?" "Plenty of time then to put them down." Gladys stood irresolute beside the bed. "We'll put your side down, if you prefer it," said Migwan good-naturedly, "but it's really pleasanter with it up. It seemed rather airy to me at first, but now I wouldn't have it down for anything." "Don't trouble yourself," said Gladys. "Sure, I'll put it down," said Migwan, making a motion to rise, |
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