"
Betty got up quickly. "Please don't do any further work for me while we
are in camp together, Esther," she demanded, "for it is evident that
Miss McMurtry thinks I spend my time trying to impose upon you. As far
as the dress is concerned, I shall not need it to-night, for I shall not
come to the Council Fire. I will do my part in helping to get dinner,
of course, but I prefer to rest afterwards."
Hardly, knowing what she was doing because of her anger, Betty yet
managed to get up quietly from her place and start toward camp without
glancing at either Esther or Miss McMurtry, although she heard Esther
following close behind her. "Please don't disappoint us, dear," Esther
pleaded. "I know Miss Martha will be willing to let me do your work
to-night, if we ask her again, and it will quite ruin our Council Fire if
you are not with us. What will Polly say when you and she have planned
the whole ceremony? And I--I shall be so disappointed, for I am to be
made a Fire-Maker to-night. Besides, you know we are to talk over the
names we hope to be known by in our club."
But Betty only walked steadily on as though deaf to the other girl's
entreaty. Near her own tent she turned at last and Esther could see
that her eyes were full of tears. "You are mistaken, Esther, though I
am sure you are very kind," she insisted with her offended Princess air,
about which Polly used so often to tease her.
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