Polly did not remain with them more than an hour. She was sure the girls would get all the fish they would want right at this spot, and so, excusing herself, she rowed back to the landing.
“It’s a shame!” exclaimed Frank, the minute she was out of hearing. “I don’t see what possesses Bess to be so mean.”
“I am sorry,” rejoined Wyn. “Polly will not come to the camp again–I can see that.”
“A shame!” cried Percy. “And she seems such a nice girl.”
“Bessie ought to be strapped!” declared Frank.
“I am sure Polly seems just as good as we are,” Grace remarked. “I don’t see why Bess has to make herself so objectionable.”
“She should be punished for it,” declared Percy.
“Turn the tables on her,” suggested Frank. “If she will not have anything to do with Polly, let’s give her the cold shoulder.”
“No,” said Wyn, firmly. “That would be adding fuel to the flames–and would be unfair to Bess.”
“Well, Bess is unfair to your Polly Jolly,” said Frankie.