Miss Elting gazed keenly; then, bringing her glasses, peered through them at the camp of the tramps.
"Yes, they are up to mischief of some sort," she decided, lowering the glasses and laying them aside.

"Girls!" "Wha--wha-at ?" cried Jane, her feet landing on the floor almost ere the words were out of her mouth.
Tommy hopped out of bed a few seconds behind Crazy Jane, but instead of landing on her feet, the little girl went sprawling on the floor on her face.
"Thave me! Are we thinking ?" she cried.
"No, you foolish girl.

We aren't sinking," answered Harriet laughing.
Margery stood shivering in the middle of the cabin.

Hazel had begun to dress.
"Dress yourselves at once," ordered Miss Elting.

"Be quick about it.
They may not be coming here, but if they are, they will be here in a very few minutes." "Who will be here ?" demanded Crazy Jane.