Her name is Vivian, and she's so sweet and pretty! But of course if you think you'd better stay here, I don't want to persuade you.

I must go back now myself.

We're really not allowed out here at this time." Marjorie wanted very much to go in to the tent with the young lady, and to see the little sister, and she wondered if she could in any way get word to Pompton telling him where she was.

Just then Bill came round that way again, and smiled at her.
"Oh, Bill," cried Marjorie, impulsively, "you said if I wanted anything to ask you.

Now I want to go into the tent with this lady,--she says I may,--and won't you please go in the big tent, and tell my people where I've gone?
You can't miss them, they're in Box number five.