""Tommy, what are you doing?" demanded Margery Brown, shaking back a lock of unruly hair from her flushed face. "Conthulting the Oracle," lisped Grace Thompson, more familiarly known among her friends as Tommy. "I should think you would prefer to cool off in the shade after that climb up the hill. I'm perishing. If you knew what sight you are you'd come in out of the sun, wouldn't she, Hazel?""

"[...]summer. That's right, Tommy. Tell them you won't go unless-unless you can take us along too." "Margery!" rebuked Hazel severely. "That wasn't a nice thing to say. That shows a selfish spirit. If Harriet were here I know she would tell you the same thing. I am sure you didn't mean it that way." "Harriet wouldn't," protested Buster. "She doesn't put on a solemn face and read people lectures. No, Hazel Holland, she doesn't do anything of the sort. There's some one coming," exclaimed the girl, suddenly[...]".

One of a series of books published throughout 1913 and 1914 following the fortunes of a group of school girls, Harriet, Jane and Tommy through various adventures.

"Tommy, what are you doing?" demanded Margery Brown, shaking back a lock of unruly hair from her flushed face. "Conthulting the Oracle," lisped Grace Thompson, more familiarly known among her friends as Tommy. "I should think you would prefer to cool off in the shade after that climb up the hill. I'm perishing. If you knew what sight you are you'd come in out of the sun, wouldn't she, Hazel?" Hazel Holland regarded Margery solemnly. "You are a sight yourself, Buster. Your face is as red as a beet. I wish you might see yourself in a looking glass." Buster tossed her head disdainfully. "I'm not a sight," she declared. "I'll leave it to Tommy if your face isn't positively crimson." But Tommy was too fully absorbed in her present occupation to give heed to the remark. "I'm sorry Harriet isn't here," continued Hazel, seeing that Tommy had not heard her. "Why isn't she here?" asked Margery.

""I hear that Janus Grubb is going to take a passel of gals on a tramp over the hills," observed the postmaster, helping himself to a cracker from the grocer's barrel. "Gals?" questioned the storekeeper. "Yes. There's a lot of mail here for the parties, mostly postals. Can't make much out of the postals, but some of the letters I can read through the envelopes by holding them against the window.""

Tommy, what are you doing? demanded Margery Brown, shaking back a lock of unruly hair from her flushed face. "Conthulting the Oracle," lisped Grace Thompson, more familiarly known among her friends as Tommy. "I should think you would prefer to cool off in the shade after that climb up the hill. I'm perishing. If you knew what sight you are you'd come in out of the sun, wouldn't she, Hazel?" Hazel Holland regarded Margery solemnly. "You are a sight yourself, Buster. Your face is as red as a beet. I wish you might see yourself in a looking glass." Buster tossed her head disdainfully. "I'm not a sight," she declared. "I'll leave it to Tommy if your face isn't positively crimson." But Tommy was too fully absorbed in her present occupation to give heed to the remark. "I'm sorry Harriet isn't here," continued Hazel, seeing that Tommy had not heard her.

""Oh, where can Crazy Jane be!" wailed Margery Brown. "It isn't so much a question of where Jane may be as where we ourselves are, Buster," answered Harriet Burrell, laughingly. "However, if she doesn't come, why, we will make the best of it. This will not be the first time we have spent the night out of doors.""