Slipping her arm through Polly's a slight movement drew her
aside.
"Polly," she whispered, "there is something or someone coming toward us;
let us go forward quietly and find out what or who it is."
Instantly catching the direction of Miss McMurtry's guarded glance,
Polly, not hesitating a second, broke away and ran forward alone to meet
the advancing figure. Nevertheless, the older woman followed so
promptly that she was able to catch the girl's first words even before
seeing the person to whom they were addressed.
"Why, Nan Graham, what do you mean by coming out here so late?" Polly
demanded. "When I told you that you might look on at our Council Fire
to-night I thought of course that you would come to camp before dark so
that I could ask permission and explain."
Half leading, half pulling the newcomer, who after all was only another
young girl, Polly drew her closer to the circle of their slowly dying
fire. First she looked appealingly at their guardian, who had walked
forward with them, and then from one of her friends' faces to the other
until she found Betty's. There were no returning glances of sympathy
from a single one of the Camp Fire girls.
Unfortunately, Nan Graham was not a stranger to any member of the
Sunrise Hill club except to Juliet and Beatrice Field, who were
themselves strangers in Woodford.
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