"He let them feed here while the tuberculous children had their innings, and I should have thought consumption germs were as bad as small-pox ones." "They weren't real consumptives though, only threatened!" "Well, we're not small-pox patients, either, only contacts!" "I'm sorry for those poor kids, sent suddenly back to their slum homes after being here for weeks," said Jess Gardner.
"Oh, the kids have had luck! There were only ten of them, and a lady at Hawberry has rigged up a tent in her garden, and has them all there, so Nurse told me this morning.

They're living on the fat of the land, and gaining pounds and pounds in weight, by the look of them." "Good! I don't feel so bad at having turned them out, then.

It's great here!" "Rather! On the whole, I feel thoroughly grateful to Joyce." From the girls' point of view there really was matter for congratulation.

None of them was ill, and all were having a most delightful and quite unexpected three weeks' holiday in idyllic surroundings.

Their arms, to be sure, had "taken," and were more or less sore, but that was a trifling inconvenience compared with the pleasures of living in Camp.