"Who says it's dishonest to break silly rules?" said Gladys, putting another piece into her mouth. "Such rules were made to be broken."
"What would Nyoda say?" asked Sahwah.
"I don't care what she says," said Gladys recklessly.
"I thought you admired her so much," said Sahwah, remembering how
Gladys was constantly fawning on Nyoda.
"I do admire her, more than any of you," said Gladys loftily, "but that's no sign she can order me around. Go and tell her if you like, old busybody!"
"Tell her what?" asked Nyoda, appearing in the door of the tent.
"That I buy candy in the village and keep it in my bed to eat during rest hour!" said Gladys brazenly.
Nyoda opened her eyes very wide. "That you do what?" she asked. Gladys held up the box. Nyoda said nothing, but merely looked at her, and before the expression in her eyes Gladys wilted and was covered with confusion.
"I don't care, I want some candy," she said, looking ready to burst into tears.
"Why didn't you wait until supper time and pass it around?" asked
Nyoda quietly, but there was a note in her voice that robbed
Gladys of her air of bravado.