"
"Yes, and to do our own cooking and cleaning and wood gathering and a
thousand other practical things," laughed Betty, to stop Polly's
rhapsodizing. "But the truly important part of our scheme is to find
congenial girls for our club and the right guardian."
"There are four of us already," Mollie suggested.
Betty appeared surprised. "Just you and Polly and me; what fourth girl
do you mean?"
As Mollie did not answer at once, a low whistle came from between
Polly's closed lips. "Do you mean, Princess, that you do not intend to
invite the girl who told you about the Camp Fire Club, Esther Clark? I
know her by sight at school."
Betty frowned. "Certainly I had not meant to include her; she does not
belong to our set. I don't mean to be rude, but she has been raised in
an orphan asylum and nobody knows who she is. I suppose she comes of
some very common family."
"Common families sometimes produce very uncommon characters," Polly
returned dryly. "And s-n-o-b spells snob, but not Betty, I hope. I
wish you wouldn't think so much about 'family', Princess; I do believe
we ought to judge people by what they are themselves and not by what
their ancestors have been."
With a quick movement Betty half overturned her chair. "Good-night,"
she said, "we can talk things over to-morrow.
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