"But, Uncle Joe—it was horrid of me I know—"
"No uncomplimentary remarks, please," he interrupted; then seeing that she was really distressed he went on seriously: "Don't you worry about Uncle Joe, Blue Bonnet. He's used to looking out for Number One. I had to help Miguel hobble the horses, and that's a job that won't wait for any man. Now I've got tortillas and bacon and coffee, and I'm that comfortable I wouldn't stir for a whole company of Texas Rangers!"
As she reluctantly departed Uncle Joe looked after the slim figure with quiet delight. "Same old Blue Bonnet. Boston folks can't get any high-toned notions into that little head!"
As Blue Bonnet slipped back into her place, she found an animated discussion in progress.
"We're trying to decide on a name for our camp," Debby explained.
"We've run through Ashe, Clyde, Trent and the rest, but they're too—exclusive," said Kitty. "We want one that will include everybody."
"Why not 'Camp We are Seven?'" asked Knight.
"Too clumsy," declared Blue Bonnet.
"Use initials then," urged Knight.
"Camp W. A. S.—sounds rather like a has-been," remarked the bright-faced boy beside Kitty.