A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE It seemed to the tired girls as though they had hardly closed their eyes when they heard Jane call out: "Seven o'clock.

All hands on deck." "I'm tho thleepy," murmured Tommy as she struggled into her clothes.
"I'm pretty near dead," growled Hazel.

"I think I'll never get rested." "Do let's hurry and have breakfast," pleaded Margery, "I'm so hungry." "Chronic thtate," murmured Tommy.
"I don't have nightmares and wake every one up in the middle of the night," retorted Margery, "even if I do get hungry sometimes." "My nightmare wath utheful, Buthter," returned Tommy calmly.

"It helped uth to dithcover that our boat wath gone.

But your appetite ithn't the leatht bit utheful, not even to yourthelf." "I'll never speak to you again, Tommy Thompson," declared Buster wrathfully.
"That maketh me feel very thad, Buthter," replied Tommy sarcastically.
Breakfast was prepared and eaten in record time that morning.