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Anne was awakened at what seemed an unearthly hour by the sound of a bugle. "_I can't get 'em up! I can't get 'em up in the morning! _" Several merry voices seemed to be singing the words which Anne had never heard before.
At first she did not know where she was. For in spite of the hard little narrow bed she had slept like a top. The brown tent over her head, the spicy air coming in at the open door, the song of birds close by, and their flying silhouettes on the canvas made the queerest ending to her dream of home. But presently she heard a groan from the cot opposite hers, and remembered that she had a tent-mate.