"Then you'd better ask some one else, Miss Grandis. You know that I do
not pretend to be kind," Olga interrupted, not rudely but with finality.

"But you are very patient and persevering, and--I don't know why, but I
have a feeling that you could do more for this one girl than any one
else here could. She is coming to take the only vacant place in our
Camp Fire. Shall I tell you about her, Olga?"

"If you like." The girl's tone was politely indifferent.

With a little sigh Miss Grandis went on, "Her name is Elizabeth Page.
She is about a year younger than you, and she has had a very hard life."

Olga's lips tightened and a shadow swept across her dark eyes.

Miss Grandis continued, "You have superb health--this girl has perhaps
never been really well for a single day. You have a brain and hands that
enable you to accomplish almost what you will. Poor Elizabeth can do so
few things well that she has no confidence in herself: yet I believe she
might do many things if only she could be made to believe in herself a
little. She needs--O, everything that the Camp Fire can do for a girl.
Olga, won't you help us to help her?"

"How can I?" There was no trace of sympathy in the cold voice, and
suddenly the eager hopefulness faded out of Miss Grandis' face.

"How can you indeed, if you do not care. I am afraid I made a mistake in
coming to you, after all," she said sadly. "I'm sorry, Olga--sorry even
more on your account than on Elizabeth's."

With that she rose and went away, and Olga looked after her thoughtfully
for a moment before she took up her work again.

A little later Myra Karr stood looking down at her with a curious
expression in her wide blue eyes.

"I'm--I'm going to walk to Kent's Corners," she announced, with a little
nervous catch in her voice.

"Well, what of it? You've been there before, haven't you?" Olga
retorted.

"Yes, but this time I'm going all _alone_!"

Olga's only reply was a swift mocking smile.

"I _am_--Olga Priest!" repeated Myra, stamping her foot angrily. "You
all think me a coward--I'll just show you!" and with that she whirled
around and marched off, her chin up and her cheeks flushed.

As she passed a group of girls busy over beadwork, one of them called
out, "What's the matter, Bunny?"

Myra paused and faced them. "I'm going to walk to Kent's Corners
_alone_!" she cried defiantly.

A shout of incredulous laughter greeted that.

"Better give it up before you start, Bunny,"