t feel it.

Tommy's eyes grew wide with terror.

"Harriet!" she whispered. "Harriet!" This time the whisper was a little
louder, but there was no answer to the appeal. Then a most terrifying
thing occurred. A low, deep growl sounded right at the head of Tommy's
cot. With a wild cry the terrified little girl landed in the middle of the
floor.

CHAPTER VII

TOMMY HAS A NIGHTMARE

Harriet rousing herself from a sound sleep, did not know where she was for
the moment. Tommy's cries of alarm however, soon brought Harriet to a
realization of her surroundings. The girl bounded from her bed.

"Tommy, oh, Tommy! What is it?"

Tommy fairly flew to what she supposed was the cot of her companion and
threw herself full force upon it. She fell upon a soft body.

"Get off! Get into your own bed. What do you mean by jumping on me?"
demanded an angry voice that Grace even in her great fright, knew at once
did not belong to her companion. "Get out of here!" The words were
accompanied by a violent push. Tommy Thompson was thrown from the cot to
the floor, on which she landed heavily.

"Thave me!" she screamed. "Oh, thave me!"

"You get in here again and I will call the guardian," declared the girl
into whose cot Tommy had thrown herself.

"I heard thomething growl," shivered Tommy.

"It is the supper you ate," suggested Harriet "I don't wonder you heard
growls. You ate more than any of the rest of us."

"She's haunted," suggested the girl on the cot. Then suddenly she
whispered: "Sh-h-h-h!"

A guardian came hurrying into the tent, holding a lantern above her head.
Neither Harriet nor Tommy had seen her before. Tommy sat in the middle of
the floor the picture of woe. Harriet stood near by with a look of deep
concern in her eyes.

"Young ladies, I am amazed," exclaimed the guardian. "Miss Kidder, what is
the meaning of this?"

"I don't know. Patricia had some difficulty with one of these girls," was
the reply.

"She jumped on me," answered Patricia. "I don't know what for, but she
knocked the breath right out of me."

"You are the new girls, are you not?" asked the guardian, turning abruptly
to Harriet and Grace.

"Yes, we are the Meadow-Brook Girls," answered Harriet.

"What appears to be the trouble?"

"Something startled my friend. What was it, Grace, dear?"

"Thome--thomething growled perfectly awful. It wath right by the head of
my bed. It thounded like a wild animal," explained Grace wide-eyed. "Yet