Something Isn't Right

Gilda had seen Hilda shaking her head. "What's the matter?" she asked her twin.

That surprised Hilda. She had expected that, if she had felt a wrongness, then her sister would have done so too. After all, they thought so very much alike. "Something's not right," she said. "Can't you feel it?"

Gilda shook her head, sending her long brown hair (the only way in which she differed from her twin, whose hair was red) flying. "No," she said. "Let's wash and then see about breakfast. I'm starving." She scrambled to her feet. Large though the tent was, she had to stoop slightly, as it could not quite accommodate her full nine feet six inches.

1. Hilda also rose to her feet, and the two dressed before going outside to wash in the stream which they had camped beside.
2. As Gilda strode naked from the tent, Hilda realised what had been bothering her. Shouldn't they have clothing of some sort? But all they had was the tent, a ground blanket, some food, a tinder box, and two packs for stowing it all.
3. Gilda strode naked from the tent. Hilda followed her, still wondering what could be wrong.

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