Mr Button took a long piece of string from his pocket.
"It's bedtime," said he; "and I'm going to tether Em'leen, for fear she'd be walkin' in her slape, and wandherin' away an' bein' lost in the woods."
"I don't want to be tethered," said Emmeline.
"It's for your own good I'm doin' it," replied Mr Button, fixing the string round her waist. "Now come 'long."
He led her like a dog in a leash to the tent, and tied the other end of the string to the scull, which was the tent's main prop and support.
"Now," said he, "if you be gettin' up and walkin' about in the night, it's down the tint will be on top of us all."
And, sure enough, in the small hours of the morning, it was.