Don't scold the boy," begged Nora Wingate.
"The tents are down.

Washington, build a fire.

Be quick about it," directed Grace, leaping from her pony.
Anne, who had reached what had been her own tent, uttered an exclamation of dismay.
"Girls, this tent has been slit into ribbons!" she cried.
"So has mine," cried Elfreda.

"What has happened here ?" "That is what I am wondering," replied Grace.

"Washington, please hurry with that fire." Hippy ran over and assisted the colored boy, who was fumbling about and not accomplishing anything.