not!" said Margery. "I hadn't thought of that. But it's
true. It would be giving them an awful lot of satisfaction, wouldn't
it?"

"Understand, Dolly, and the rest of you," said Eleanor, firmly, "I
don't mean to have any petty fighting and quarrelling going on. But I
won't let them think they can make us run away, either. Pay no
attention to them and keep out of their way, if you can. But we've got
just as much right to be here as they have to be in their camp, because
we're here as the guests of the Worcesters."

"I know Miss Worcester," said Margery, hotly. "I'll bet she'd be
furious if she knew how they were acting."

"She doesn't need to know, though, Margery," said Eleanor. "This is
our quarrel, not hers, and I think we can manage to settle it for
ourselves. Don't begin thinking about it. Remember that we're in the
right. It will help you to keep your tempers. And don't do anything
at all to make it seem that we're in the wrong."

"My, but Miss Eleanor was angry!" said Dolly, when she was alone with
Bessie' after supper, which, despite the unpleasantness caused by the
girls next door, had been as jolly as all meals that the Camp Fire
Girls ate together. "I'm glad to see that she can get angry; it makes
her seem more lake a human being."

Bessie laughed.

"She can get angry, all right, Dolly," she said. "I've heard it said
that it isn't the person who never gets angry that ought to be praised;
it's the person with a bad temper who controls it and never loses it.
Miss Eleanor was angry because she is fond of us and thought those
other girls were being nasty to us. It wasn't to her that they'd been
nasty."

"No, and just you watch Gladys Cooper if she gets a chance to see Miss
Eleanor! The Mercers have got just as much money as the Coopers, and
they are in just as good society. But you don't see Miss Eleanor
putting on airs about it! Gladys would be nice enough to her, you can
bet!"

"Dolly, why don't you go over and see Gladys, if you know her so well?
You might be able to talk to her and make her see that they are in the
wrong."

"No, thank you, Bessie! I'm no good at that sort of thing. I'd just
get angry again, and make the trouble worse than ever. If she's got
any sense at all, she must know I'm angry, and why, and if she wants to
be decent she can come over and see me."

Nothing more happened that night. The girls, tired from their journey,
were glad to tumble into bed early.