“Nothing. They were too kind.”
“I suppose she wanted it so awfully. But mercy, I’m having too many kinds of good times that I never dreamed of having a year ago not to be able to stand not having a birthday cake.”
“We’ll just have a celebration at school for you. Our first feast shall be in your honor.”
“I thank you!” and Virgie bowed formally. “Patty said that we have four birthdays on the same day next week with four separate birthday cakes. Maybe we’ll get a taste of one yet, Isabel.”
CHAPTER XII
THE JUNIORS
June, of the Juniors, was having, in her own words, the “greatest fun of her lifetime.” Never had she lived with so many other little girls. Laugh-a-lot had overflowed into “Little Content”, a tent next to the shingled cabin, and “Hillside Inn”, located where the name indicates. The latter tent had its name conspicuously posted on a board, though the sign artist found that there was not enough room for the last “N” and put up the sign without it.
The youngest of the Juniors were two eight-year-olds, Dorothy Freneau and Josephine Rathmell. Dorothy was short and chubby, with appealing blue eyes and engaging ways. Josephine was taller, thin, with olive complexion and short, fluffy, dark hair. Despite the difference in size and complexion these little girls were called the Twins, because of their years, their birthdays only a week or so apart. “Dot” and “Jo” were great favorites in camp, loved but not spoiled, for neither was babyish nor selfish and in all the camp sports or trips each wanted to play her part well. As Dotty had taken a special fancy to June both girls were often found in her company.
Among June’s other friends was an enterprising child of Isabel’s type, who had copied her brothers and who sought June’s companionship, largely because she was so different. June, like Hilary, was of the consoling, steady type that makes a good confidante, and this ten-year-old had more than one woe to confide. For June herself camp life was doing a good deal in helping her to overcome her timidity. She learned and tried to practice the definition of a “good sport”, which was pinned up in the dining-room:
“Somebody happy, jolly and kind;
If she loses a game,—well, never mind.”