much when we first went
there?"

"Oh, she couldn't help it, Bessie, I guess. It's the way she's been
brought up. Her people have lots of money, and they've let her think
that just because of that she is better than girls whose parents are
poor."

"Well, the rest of them certainly changed their minds about us, didn't
they?"

"Yes, and it was a fine thing! I guess they realized that we were better
than they thought, when Gladys and Marcia Bates got lost in the woods
that time, and you and I happened to find them, and get them home
safely."

"I think they were mighty nice girls, Dolly--much nicer than you would
ever have thought they could be from the way they acted when we first
met them, and they ordered us off their ground, just as if we were going
to hurt it. When they found out that they'd been in the wrong, and
hadn't behaved nicely, they said they were sorry, and admitted that they
hadn't been nice. And I think that's a pretty hard thing for anyone to
do."

"Oh, it is, Bessie. I know, because I've found out so often that I'd
been mean to people who were ever so much nicer than I. But there's one
thing about it--it makes you feel sort of good all over when you have
owned up that way. I wish Gladys Cooper had acted like the rest of them.
But she was still mad."

"Oh, I think you'll find she's all right when you see her again, Dolly.
I guess she's just as nice as the rest of them, really."

"That's one reason I'm sorry she acted that way. Because she's as nice
as any girl you ever saw when she wants to be. I was awfully mad at her
when it happened, but now, somehow, I've got over feeling that way about
her, altogether, and I just want to be good friends with her again."

"You lose your temper pretty quickly, Dolly, but you get over being
angry just as quickly as you get mad, don't you?"

"I seem to, Bessie. And I guess that's helping me not to get angry at
people so much, anyhow. I'm always sorry when I do get into one of my
rages, and if I'm going to be sorry, it's easier not to get mad in the
first place."

While they talked, Bessie and Dolly were not idle, by any means. There
was plenty of work for everyone to do, for the fire had made a pretty
clean sweep, after all, and to put the whole camp in good shape, so that
they could sleep there that night, was something of a task.

Trenwith and Jamieson, laughing a good deal, and enjoying themselves
immensely, insisted on doing the heavy work of setting up