She meets her mom

Before Lizzie could run into the cover of her tent, she was stopped by her mom who was waiting outside of their tent. "Good, you got it done," she said while looking for Lizzie's body and the newly washed heap of clothes in her hands. Her anger from earlier seemed to have subsided from her voice.

Lizzie took her mother's approval as a sign to get dressed again. Once again, she was stopped by her mom. "You're not wearing those until I get them dried Lizzie," she said. And without asking, she grabbed the jumble of clothes from Lizzie.

"Mom. I. Am. Naked." Lizzie said, stunned that this silly punishment would last longer. "Yes you are dear, but also at risk of a cold if you put these on. Right now, I want you in the tent. You can get dressed again in the morning."

'The morning?' Lizzie thought. She did not say it aloud though since she learned her lesson quite well to curb her attitude. She retreated back to the tent in silence.