“Somebody will have to go for more water,” remarked Edith as the girls were sitting around the fire again, toasting marshmallows. “We used what we had for the dishes.”
“I’d rather go without a drink all night,” said Doris, “than go down to that spring!”
“How about getting washed?” asked Ruth.
“I’d rather go dirty!”
The girls discussed the proposition for several minutes until Miss Phillips interrupted them by saying:
“It is my fault, girls, for not appointing water-carriers; but I thought that since the spring is so near, it wouldn’t be necessary. So I’ll go myself!”
“Indeed, you won’t,” declared Ruth; “I’m not afraid a bit; I’ll go.”
“I don’t think you ought to go again, Ruth,” said Edith. “It doesn’t seem fair! But so long as you have offered, I’ll go with you. Only, I won’t pretend I’m not afraid. I am!”
“Then I’ll go alone!”
“I dare you to!” said Ethel.