"Ah, Betty, I thought you were
yearning to be useful; think of the honor beads you mean to earn! But
come now and be useful to me; do let us have a swim together."
Betty was never proof against her friend's pleading. "All right," she
agreed, searching about near her bed for her sandals while Polly wrapped
a light woolen gown about her, "I don't know whether Miss McMurtry will
like our going off by ourselves, but I don't remember her having said we
should not, though Camp Fire life does mean doing things together."
The two girls had been talking in the lowest possible tones and were now
tiptoeing softly out of their tent, when another voice from another bed
interrupted them.
"Betty and Polly, you are sneaks!" Mollie O'Neill exclaimed indignantly.
"Just because I can't swim as well as you do and Esther can't swim at
all, you are going off without us. You are fine Camp Fire girls; please
bring our bathing suits here, too."
Both girls nodded and laughed in rather an abashed fashion. But at a
safe distance away Betty turned to Polly. "Won't you confess, please,
that it is rather a nuisance having Esther Clark in the tent with us? I
don't see why Martha McMurtry insisted upon it when we might have had
Meg or most anybody else."
Polly looked unusually grave.
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