in one of her tantrums. But she is certainly hard to get
along with when everything isn't going just to suit her little whims."

"Here she comes now," said Dolly. "I'm going to meet her."

"Well, you certainly did give us a surprise, Gladys," cried Dolly. "You
sinner, why didn't you tell us what you were going to do?"

"Oh, hello, Dolly!" said Gladys, coolly. "I didn't see much of you at
Lake Dean, you know. You were too busy with your--new friends."

"Oh, come off, Gladys!" said Dolly, irritated despite her determination
to go more than half way in re-establishing friendly relations with
Gladys. "Why can't you be sensible? We've got more to forgive than you
have, and we're willing to be friends. Aren't you going to behave
decently?"

"I don't think I know just what you mean, Dolly," said Gladys, stiffly.
"As long as the other girls have decided to be friendly with
your--friends, I am not going to make myself unpleasant. But you can
hardly expect me to like people just because you do. I must say that I
get along better with girls of my own class."

"I ought to be mad at you, Gladys," said Dolly, with a peal of laughter.
"But you're too funny! What do you mean by girls of your own class?
Girls whose parents have as much money as yours? Mine haven't. So I
suppose I'm not in your class."

"Nonsense, Dolly!" said Gladys, angrily. "You know perfectly well I
don't mean anything of the sort. I--I can't explain just what I mean by
my own class--but you know it just as well as I do."

"I think I know it better, Gladys," said Dolly, gravely. "Now don't get
angry, because I'm not saying this to be mean. If you had to go about
with girls of your own class you couldn't stand them for a week! Because
they'd be snobbish and mean. They'd be thinking all the time about how
much nicer their clothes were than yours, or the other way around. They
wouldn't have a good word for anyone--they'd just be trying to think
about the mean things they could say!"

"Why, Dolly! What do you mean?"

"I mean that that's your class--the sort you are. Our girls, in the
Manasquan Camp Fire, and most of the Halsted girls, are in a class a
whole lot better than yours, Gladys. They spend their time trying to be
nice, and to make other people happy. There isn't any reason why you
shouldn't improve, and get into their class, but you're not in it now."

"I never heard of such a thing, Dolly! Do you mean to tell me that you
and I aren't in a better cl