dding. Isn't
that right?"

"Of course," answered the butterfly girl, twirling about on her toes as
usual. "It's the only kind that counts. I wouldn't give a snap of my
finger for any other kind."

With a bound, Bet jumped to her feet, caught the slight form of Joy,
lifted her clear off the ground, then ran with her down to the creek.

"Come on, Enid, this girl needs to have her head soaked in cold water.
Let's do it." And in spite of the protests of the kicking, shrieking
Joy, the girls managed to get her to a pool of water in the creek bed.

"Now, Joy Evans, will you behave yourself?"

Bet held Joy's head under her arm, and using her arm as a dipper she
poured water freely over the girl's head.

Kit and Shirley came to the rescue at Joy's screams, but Shirley held
them off.

"She had it coming to her, girls. It will do her good."

Between Bet's bursts of laughter she managed to say, "Promise you won't
talk about boys and love for a week at least, then I'll let you go."

"Don't be as unreasonable as all that," protested Shirley. "She might
live through twenty-four hours of it, but not much longer."

"Then promise that you won't mention a boy's name for two days!" and
for good measure another handful of water splashed into Joy's laughing
face.

"I promise! I promise! Please let me go!" choked Joy who had opened
her mouth just in time to get it full of water.

"All right! Here you go!" And Bet gave a quick shove, landing the
dripping girl on her feet, then she stood back admiringly. "There is
one fine thing about you, Joy Evans. You're a good sport. I couldn't
be as good natured as that." Bet threw an arm about the smaller girl
affectionately.

"Yes, I am good natured. I let you abuse me just turrible! I'm so
kind and lovable and......"

"Give her another bath!" cried Kit, making a bound to catch Joy. But
quick as a flash the girl had sprung to a rocky ledge and was
scrambling up the cliff-side like a mountain goat.

The girls shrieked with laughter and the echoes resounded back and
forth across the canyon like the voices of a thousand imps. This set
them deliberately to letting their voices out in strange calls and
weird whisperings in order to hear the echoes coming back to them.

"Isn't it wonderful!" exclaimed Bet. "There are so many more things to
entertain one here than in the cities. And after this, Lynnwood will
seem dull."

"I could never call Lynnwood dull," said the sen