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Ruth Fielding at Snow Camp - Or, Lost in the Backwoods by pseud. Alice B. Emerson
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"When it comes ten o'clock," she said, consulting the watch she
carried, "we'll wake them up, make them stir around a bit, and we'll
drag all these coals over against the rock again. Then we'll heap on
the rubbish and heat up the stones once more. We ought to keep warm
after that till near daylight."

"The smut is spoiling our clothes," said Ruth.

"I don't know as that matters much. I'd rather spoil everything I've
got on than run the risk of freezing," declared Madge, with conviction.

They did what they could to keep the other girls warm; but before
the hour Madge had proposed to awaken them, Lluella roused and cried
a little because she was so chilly.

"My goodness me, Lu!" yawned Heavy, who was awakened, too, "you are
just the _leakiest_ person that I ever saw! You must have been
born crying!"

"I never heard that we came into the world laughing," said Madge;
"so Lluella isn't different from the rest of us on that score."

"But thank goodness we're not all such snivelers," grumbled Heavy.
"Want me to get up? What for?"

But when Madge and Ruth explained what they intended to do, all the
girls willingly bestirred themselves and helped in the moving of the
fire and the gathering of more fuel.

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