reply.

"I move we change the subject. It's a sore point with me for I'm half
in love with Phil myself," laughed Kit. "He's one of the nicest boys
I've ever seen. But when Bet's around he won't even notice me."

"What will Bob say to that?" laughed the impish Joy for it was no
secret that Bob Evans had lost his heart to the Arizona girl from the
first time he met her. His heart was hers to crush or treasure as she
saw fit. But at present Kit preferred to hold on to her girlhood and
not allow the thought of love and grown-up responsibilities to enter
her head.

That was one nice thing about the relationship of the girls and their
boy friends. There was comradeship and loyal friendship.

Bet suddenly jumped down from her perch on the cliff and said
disgustedly: "Joy Evans, I think you are corrupting all of us with your
silly ideas regarding boys. I love Bob and Phil and Paul Breckenridge
and Tommy Sharpe just exactly the same, and I won't be teased about any
one in particular."

"Methinks thou dost protest too much, my dear!" exclaimed Joy
tantalizingly. "We'll change the subject for the time, but when I get
you alone, Bet Baxter, I'll make you own up that Phil Gordon is a
little dearer to you than any of them." Joy dodged and slid from the
granite rock just in time to miss the loop of rope that Bet had aimed
at her with no gentle hand.

"Come on girls, you selfish things, give your horses a chance," and Kit
stroked Powder's muzzle and gave him a nosebag of oats. All the girls
followed her example, then while the potatoes were getting ready, Bet
took a book from her pack behind the saddle and lost herself in a story.

"Do read aloud, Bet," begged Enid, dropping down beside her friend. "I
will always remember how you read to me on Campers' Trail when I was
hurt."

So while Kit tended the fire, keeping a bed of hot coals just right for
the baking, and Shirley fried steak and cooked the corn, Enid stretched
out on a flat rock and listened to Bet. She had chosen "The Wonderful
Window" by Dunsany, and when she finished Enid sighed softly.

"I like a story that gives you something to think about," said Bet,
moved by the loveliness of the tale.

"I don't see anything particularly nice to think about in that story,
Bet," objected Joy with a shrug. "It isn't lively enough to suit me."

"Of course you wouldn't!" laughed Enid. "Your idea of a story is
Cinderella. There has to be a girl, a prince and a we