Publisher's Synopsis
"I want thome exthitement," complained Grace Thompson petulantly. "Have patience, Tommy," answered Jane McCarthy. "Did you ever know the Meadow-Brook Girls to go long without it?" "I don't know that we can look for anything exciting up here on this side hill, surrounded by stumps, burned trees and blackened logs," returned Margery Brown. "I shall just perish from doing nothing. We have been up here nearly two days and nothing has happened. I should rather be down in the meadows than up here in this dismal place." Miss Elting, the guardian of the party of girls encamped on the hillside, smiled tolerantly. "Wait," she advised. "I'll tell you what," suggested the towheaded Tommy. "Buthter, you are fat and round. We'll thcrape off a thmooth plathe all the way down the thide of the hill, then you roll down to the bottom. That will give you exthitement and make uth laugh, too."
