e you for--so don't let's talk any more about that. Everyone
makes mistakes. If I thought anyone had treated me as you thought I had
treated you to-night I'd have been angry, too."

Poor Dolly sighed disconsolately.

"You're the best friend I ever had, Bessie," she said. "I make everyone
angry with me, and when I say I'm sorry, they pretend that they've
forgiven me, but they haven't, really, at all. That's why I said that
about your still being angry with me. I thought you must be. I really am
going to try to be more sensible."

And so the little misunderstanding, which might easily, had Bessie been
less patient and tactful, have grown into a quarrel that would have
ended their friendship before it was well begun, was smoothed over, and
Dolly and Bessie, tired but happy, went upstairs to their room together,
and were asleep so quickly that they didn't even take the time to talk
matters over.

Eleanor Mercer, standing in the big hall of the farm house as the girls
went upstairs, smiled after Dolly and Bessie.

"I think you thought I was foolish to put those two in a room together,"
she said to Mrs. Farnham, the motherly housekeeper, whom Eleanor had
known since, as a little girl, she had played about the farm.

"I wouldn't say that, Miss Eleanor," said Mrs. Farnham. "I didn't see
how they were going to get along together, because they were so
different. But it's not for me to say that you're foolish, no matter
what you do."

"Oh, yes, it is," laughed Eleanor. "You used to have to tell me I was
foolish in the old days, when I wanted to eat green apples, and all
sorts of other things that would have made me sick, and just because I'm
grown up doesn't keep me from wanting to do lots of things that are just
as foolish now. But I do think I was right in that"

"They do seem to get on well," agreed Mrs. Farnham.

"It's just because they are so different," said Eleanor. "Dolly does
everything on impulse--she doesn't stop to think. With Bessie it's just
the opposite. She's almost too old--she isn't impulsive enough. And I
think each of them will work a little on the other, so that they'll both
benefit by being together. Bessie likes looking after people, and she
may make Dolly think a little more.

"There isn't a nicer, sweeter girl in the whole Camp Fire than Dolly,
but lots of people don't like her, because they don't understand her.
Oh, I'm sure it's going to be splendid for both of them. Dolly was
awfully angry a