But as Esther neither answered nor asked any questions Polly stared at
her in amazement. She had no particular emotion for Esther one way or
the other, perhaps because she was not yet a rival in Betty's
affections, but she had always tried to make herself agreeable to her
and to have her feel like one of them; moreover, she did not enjoy being
disregarded.
Halfway up on her feet a glance at Esther's face made her drop back into
her old position, except that she put one hand under the girl's chin,
turning her face toward her.
"For goodness' sake, Esther, what is the matter?" she demanded. "I
suppose it is Betty!"
And Esther nodded, feeling an absurd disposition to shed actual tears of
disappointment. So much had been planned for to-night's Council Fire
and this was the first disagreement in their camp. Should Betty fail to
appear, the other girls, learning the cause, were sure to take sides and
no one would be really happy.
Until Esther finished her story Polly listened without comment, although
her face flushed and her lips were pressed close together.
"I do think Miss McMurtry was a little hard," she said finally. "It
isn't fair to expect us to reform all at once and she might remember
that Betty has never had the discipline of having to do things when she
didn't wish to before.
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