toward her and then drop their eyes as if they were
responsible and ashamed.

"Kara, dear, it is my fault. Things always seem to be my fault, I am
so stupid these days! I never realized that you would mind the
dancing. I had forgotten how much you used to care for dancing.
Besides, I did not suppose we would find any one here, and thought we
could enjoy the cool and the quiet.

"Good-by, Evan. You _are_ a wood nymph. Kara was right."

Tory had placed her hands on the back of the wheeled chair and was
about to move on, when again a querulous voice interrupted:

"Oh, no, let us not go at once. You are always tiring yourself to
death for me these days. Don't think I never overhear Miss Mason and
the other girls speaking of it, Tory. One learns to hear more than one
should in my position. I was not always an eavesdropper. Neither did I
suppose you would have to be a martyr for my sake, Tory. I wish you
would try not to be; a martyr is a noble character, but one does not
wish one for a constant companion."

Tory Drew made no reply. Instead she shoved the heavy chair into a
cool, green shelter and dropped down on the ground beside it.

The other girl followed, anxious to be useful and not knowing what she
should do.

A week had passed since Kara's return to her friends in their Girl
Scout camp in Beechwood Forest. The Kara who had gone away after her
accident and the Kara who had come back seemed two utterly different
human beings.

The courageous, gay, sweet-tempered girl was now rebellious, fretful,
impatient. Indeed, she had become more difficult than any one who had
known her previously could have imagined.

The little group of Girl Scouts were being tested, and more than any
one of them, Tory Drew. So far not once had she faltered. Knowing Tory
six months before, one could scarcely have believed this possible.
Always she had been sweet and charming, but self centered and spoiled.
Now, was it her affection for Katherine Moore or the months of her
Scout training that had given her a new spirit?

"Suppose you tell us how you learned to dance in that beautiful
fashion, Evan? Then, if Kara wishes, perhaps you will dance for us
again?"

The girl with the odd, boyish name gazed at Tory Drew reflectively.
Since their arrival in camp she had conceived a deep admiration for
Tory. She had never spoken of it to any human being. Tory possessed
this charm, of which she was unconscious, which was to gain her
friends all