"Jane Pratt," Agony began without preliminary, "did you promise to sleep with Carmen Chadwick, and lead her to think she did not need to bring any blankets along on this trip?"
Jane returned Agony"s gaze coolly, and gave a slight, disagreeable laugh. "Carmen"s the biggest goose in camp," she said scornfully.
"Anybody"d know I didn"t mean--"
"_Carmen_ didn"t know you didn"t mean it," Agony interrupted. "She thought you were sincere, and believed you, and now she"s dreadfully hurt about it. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, hurting a poor little girl"s feelings like that."
"If anybody"s green enough to come on an overnight trip without any blankets and actually think someone else is going to bring them for her--"
"Well, as it happens, Carmen _was_ green enough, and that"s just the point. She"s never been away from home and because she"s so desperately homesick she"s having a hard time making friends. If one person treats her like this it"ll be hard for her ever to believe what people tell her and it"ll be harder for her to get acquainted than ever."
Jane shrugged her shoulders. "What she believes or doesn"t believe doesn"t concern me."
"Why, Jane Pratt!"
Jane smiled amusedly at Agony"s reproachful exclamation. "My dear," she said patronizingly, "I never sleep with anyone. There"s no one I like well enough. I thought everyone in camp knew that."
"Then why did you tell Carmen you would sleep with her?"
"Because she"s such a goose it was no end of fun taking her in."
"Then you deliberately deceived her?" asked Agony witheringly.
"Well, and what if I did?" retorted Jane.
"You have absolutely no sense of honor," Agony remarked contemptuously.
"Deceiving people is just as bad as lying, or cheating."
Stung by Agony"s tone, Jane flushed a little. "Well, what do you expect me to do about it?" she demanded. "What business is it of yours, anyway?"
"You"re going to let Carmen take one of your blankets," replied Agony.
"I"ll do no such thing," returned Jane flatly. "It"s going to be cold here tonight and I"ll need them both."
"And what about Carmen?"
"Bother Carmen! If she"s such a goose to think that I meant what I said she deserves to be cold."
"Why, Jane Pratt!"
"Why don"t you share your own blankets with her, if you"re so concerned about her?"
"I"m perfectly willing to, and so are the rest of the girls, but we"re giving you the _opportunity_ to do it, to help right the mistake."
"I suppose you"ve told all the girls in camp about it and will run and tell Mrs. Grayson to come and make me give up my blankets."
"I"ll do no such thing. If you aren"t kind hearted enough yourself to want to make Carmen feel better it wouldn"t mend matters any to have Mrs. Grayson make you do it. But I shall certainly let the girls know about it. I think they ought to know what an amiable disposition you have. I don"t think you"ll be bothered with any more overtures of friendship."
Jane yawned. "For goodness" sake, are you going to preach all night?
That voice of yours sets my nerves on edge. Take a blanket and present it to Carmen with my love--and let me alone." She stripped the top blanket from her bed and threw it at Agony"s feet; then walked off, calling over her shoulder as she went, "Good bye, Miss Champion of simple camp infants. Most courageous, most honorable!"
She did not see the sudden spasm that contorted Agony"s face at the word "honorable." It suddenly came over Agony that she had no right to be calling other people cheats and liars and taking them to task about their sense of honor, she, who was enjoying honors that did not belong to her. The light of victory faded from her eyes; the angry flush died away on her cheek. Very quietly she stole back to Carmen and held the blanket out to her.
"Jane"s sorry she can"t sleep with you, because she never sleeps well and is apt to disturb people, but she"s willing to let you take one of her blankets," she said gently.
"Oh, thank you!" said Carmen, much comforted. "I"m going to sleep with Katherine. With this blanket there"ll be enough bedding to make a double. I"m glad I"m not going to sleep with Jane," she confided to Katherine. "I"m afraid of her. I would lots rather have had you for my partner from the beginning, but I was afraid to ask you because I was sure you were promised to somebody else."
"Motto," said Katherine, laughing. "Faint heart never won lanky lady.
Don"t ever hesitate to ask me anything again. Come on, let"s get this bed made up in a hurry. I see the councilors coming back. That means their show is going to commence."
Of course, it was not long before Agony"s little pa.s.sage of arms with Jane Pratt in behalf of timid little Carmen was known all over camp, and Agony went up another point in popular favor as Jane Pratt went down.
The councilors heard about it, too, for whatever Bengal Virden knew was promptly confided to Pom-pom. Miss Judy told it to Dr. Grayson, and he nodded his head approvingly.
"It"s no more than you would expect from the girl who rescued that robin," he said warmly. "The champion of all weaker creatures.
Diplomatic, too. Tried to save Carmen"s feelings in the matter by not telling her the exact spirit in which Jane gave up the blanket. A good leader; another Mary Sylvester."
Then, turning to Mrs. Grayson, he asked plaintively: "Mother, _why_ do we have to be afflicted with Jane Pratt year after year? She"s been a thorn in our flesh for the past three summers."
"I have told you before," replied Mrs. Grayson resignedly, "that I only accept her because she is the daughter of my old friend Anne Dudley. I cannot offend Mrs. Pratt because I am under various obligations to her, so for the sake of her mother we must continue to be afflicted with Jane Pratt."
Dr. Grayson heaved a long sigh, and muttered something about "the fell clutch of circ.u.mstance."
"We seem rather plentifully saddled with "obligations,"" he remarked a moment later.
"Meaning?" inquired Mrs. Grayson.
"Claudia Peckham," rejoined the Doctor. "Sweet Claudia Peckham: How she used to sc.r.a.p with my little brothers when she came to visit us! She had a disposition like the bubonic plague when she was little, and by all the signs she doesn"t seem to have mellowed any with age."
"Doctor!" exclaimed Mrs. Grayson reprovingly.
"Sad, but true," continued the Doctor, his eyes twinkling reminiscently.
"When she came to visit us the cat used to hide her kittens under the porch, and the whole household went into a regular state of siege. By the way, how is she getting on? I"ve lived in fear of the explosion every minute. I never thought she"d last this long. Who has she in the tent with her?"
"That brown haired madonna you think is so sweet, and the pretty, golden haired girl who is her intimate friend," replied Mrs. Grayson. "Those two, and--Bengal Virden."
The Doctor gave vent to a long whistle. "Bengal Virden in the same tent with Claudia Peckham? And the tent is still standing?"
"Bengal doesn"t sleep in the tent," admitted Mrs. Grayson. "She has moved underneath it, into a couch hammock. She thinks I don"t know it, but under the circ.u.mstances I shall not interfere. We have to keep Cousin Claudia _somewhere_, and as long as they"ll put up with her in Ponemah I don"t care how they manage it. She _would_ be a tent councilor."
"How do the other two get along with her?" asked the Doctor, "the two that have not moved underneath, as yet?"
"I don"t know," replied Mrs. Grayson in a frankly puzzled tone. "They must be angels unaware, that"s all I can say."
CHAPTER VIII