ass socially than these girls you're camping
with?"

"I'm not talking about society--and you haven't any business to be. You
don't know anything about it. But if people are divided into real
classes, the two big classes are nice people and people who aren't nice.
And each of those classes is divided up again into a lot of other
classes. I hope I'm in as good a class as Bessie King and Margery
Burton, but I'm pretty sure I'm not. And I know you're not."

"There's no use talking to you, Dolly," said Gladys, furiously. "I
thought you'd had time to get over all that nonsense, but I see you're
worse than ever. I'm perfectly willing to be friends with you, and I've
forgiven you for throwing those mice at us at Lake Dean, but I certainly
don't see why I should be friendly with all those common girls in your
camp."

"They're not common--and don't you dare to say they are! And you
certainly can't be my friend if you're going to talk about them that
way."

"All right!" snapped Gladys. "I guess I can get along without your
friendship if you can get along without mine!"

"I didn't mean to," she said, disgustedly, to Bessie and Marcia, "but
I'm afraid I've simply made her madder than ever. And there's no telling
what she'll do now!"

"Oh, I guess there's nothing to worry about," said Marcia, cheerfully
enough. "We can keep her in order all right, and if she doesn't behave
herself decently I guess you'll find that Miss Turner will send her home
in a hurry."

"Oh, I hope not," said Bessie. "That wouldn't really do any good, would
it? We want to be friends with her--not to have any more trouble."

"I wish I'd kept out of it," said Dolly, dolefully. "I think I can keep
my temper, and then I go off and make things worse than ever! I ought to
know enough not to interfere. I'm like the elephant that killed a little
mother bird by accident, and he was so sorry that he sat on its nest to
hatch the eggs!"

"Maybe it's a good thing," said Marcia, laughing at the picture of the
elephant. "After all, isn't it a good deal as Bessie said? If there's
bad feeling, it's better to have it open and aboveboard. We all know
where we are now, anyhow. And I certainly hope that something will turn
up to change her mind."

CHAPTER V

THE COUNCIL FIRE

"I hope it will, Bessie," said Dolly. "But you know what a nasty temper
I've got. If she keeps on talking the way she has, I don't know what
I'll say."

"Well, you might as well say w